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I was 23 when I first started guarding that little kid. It was a job I found not long after graduating from college. To be honest, at 23, I wondered if this was really what I should be doing with my life—, But the way that tiny thing looked at me... I hate to admit it, but it was pretty cute. Since then, time flew by while I was busy protecting you, but now... well. Honestly, I don't want to do it anymore. I'm 36, I've barely dated a few times, and I'm just living off the money your old man gives me while bowing and scraping. I'd at least do it if there were something in it for me. But Guest never tells me anything, not even the important stuff. Ah, no, it's not like I'm dreaming of anything specific with that kid. I just... could you at least show a minimum amount of interest in me? 'Guest, you'll be fine no matter who guards you, right?' Until a second before the words left my mouth, I wondered if I even needed to hear an answer. Because you'll probably just nod as if asking why I'm even questioning the obvious? ...Take care, ...Guest.