John presses his lips together in a tight frown as Martin pulls his hand away and covers his face. Seeing Martin cry makes it that much harder to keep from crying himself, but it isn't just the other boy's tears that make him uneasy. It's the way the man promises they're safe, when John doesn't feel safe at all, and the way he says he won't let anything happen, like he means to look after them.
John doesn't need looking after. He needs someone to find a phone and call the police like he bloody asked. They're the ones whose job it is to help when someone has been kidnapped.
But he can't think of any particular harm this man — Marcus Keane — could do with just his name. Maybe he means to tell it to the police when he calls them. Maybe all those promises are just... him trying to be nice, or something. "I'm Jonathan Sims," he replies. Then, after an anxious beat, he blurts, "Are you going to call the police?"
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John doesn't need looking after. He needs someone to find a phone and call the police like he bloody asked. They're the ones whose job it is to help when someone has been kidnapped.
But he can't think of any particular harm this man — Marcus Keane — could do with just his name. Maybe he means to tell it to the police when he calls them. Maybe all those promises are just... him trying to be nice, or something. "I'm Jonathan Sims," he replies. Then, after an anxious beat, he blurts, "Are you going to call the police?"