Elm: U-um...
He looks at Hazel. His eyes say help.
Hazel is...completely oblivious, as usual
Elm sighs
Elm: ...o-ok sir...
Hazel crawled seamlessly into his tree
Elm: ...
"Why were you kissing my son."
"Spit it out."
He takes a deep breath
Elm: ...Because I love him, sir.
"..."
