If it doesn't make sense to Kellen, that only means it fits with everything else he knows or half-knows or suspects about Ruckus. Preventative action? It sounds like one of those terms the awkward health teacher used during Kellen's (far too late) sex-ed classes last year, when he was in a school that wasn't Catholic and therefore didn't deny the existence of sex. The rest of that makes even less sense, but even the return of rape-bears doesn't make Kellen break from his narrow-eyed suspicious look at Ruckus.

He bites back a few more hostile responses, knowing Leech wouldn't like for them to be given voice, and that they would be wasted on Ruckus right now besides. Instead, he merely exhales heavily through his nose and says in a remarkably even tone, "I just don't get why you bother to come back, if the first thing you wanna do is leave."

This has little to do with the current discussion, but anything else would cause no less confusion and no more. Looking away, the boy brings that cigarette to his lips finally and lights it. He throws a hopeful glance at the clock, but is disappointed to see that it is not yet late enough for anyone he might enjoy spending time with to be at liberty. In dubious resignation, Kellen drops to lay on his back again, staring up at the cigarette smoke interweaving with the canopy of chains over the bed.