"... oh, come here," Al murmurs, and reaches out to hug him close. His heart gives that hurting ache again as he realizes just how that hit the boy -- Al had known a parent's love, and it had been his reason for being. No wonder Alois hurt so badly.
There is such a blink of a second, where Alois and Jim come into the same body, and not knowing what to do, all his bones and muscles lock up. Then, Jim's ghost is gone; Alois fits his fingers into Al's shirt, and his cheeks get wet.
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... Oh, whoops!
He hasn't been anyone's baby, not like Luca is his, in too, too long, and—
'That was the way I meant it,' Al had just said.
Alois looks at him, now, like a stupid thing. Clutching in his breath, saline turning Al into a mosaic under a pond's surface.
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"... oh, come here," Al murmurs, and reaches out to hug him close. His heart gives that hurting ache again as he realizes just how that hit the boy -- Al had known a parent's love, and it had been his reason for being. No wonder Alois hurt so badly.
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”Is it going to become dark again?”
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He ruffles his hair with a small hum. It's a familiar touch by now. "You're welcome to stay with me."
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Noticed this habitual excuse he's developed, Al?
”My arm throbs. We need a new mirror, by the way, for the bathroom in the hall.”
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"I'll fix it. We just need to be careful about things like that."