"Oh..." James said. "Noah doesn't listen to anyone." The child frowned. "Am I a bad influence?"

Elijah shook his head and ruffled his hair. "I don't think so, I think your family is a bad influence on you. And you think Noah doesn't listen to anyone but I bet if you really think about it, you'll notice he acts a bit like your parents."

James indulged in the affection. "Because he drinks and makes babies?"

Elijah paused then nodded. "Yeah.. That's it. Though he also gets into fights and doesn't try to get a job and work hard for a better life."

"My father has a job," James said defensively. "And so does Claude."

Elijah nodded, "But Noah doesn't. I don't know if he ever will try."

"There's not a lot he's good at..." James defended him.

Elijah shook his head, "All you need is a desire and the physical ability and you can work. Noah might not be strong but he could work if he didn't mind the hard labor." This was such a hypocritical thing considering his own boyfriend didn't work, but he certainly wished he could get the guy to change but knew better than to push. Someone needed to give Noah that push as well.

"He gets jobs sometimes..." the boy said. "He feeds me sometimes."

Elijah sighed. "That's good that he feeds you. Your mother and father should be doing it, and clearly aren't doing enough. I would be more understanding if they weren't using that money to drink instead.' He sighed and gave the boy another bread roll. "You're so skinny I worry about your health."