Alfie lays his hands on Tommy's shoulders. His palms rest upwards, a strange gesture, resting there, holding him still, maybe pushing his shoulders just a little bit more down.
He doesn't care if the crash is coming. His breathing is steady, is calm.
"Their dog remarks. Did they throw that at you before or after they found out you bit?"
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Date: 2015-09-17 08:10 pm (UTC)He doesn't care if the crash is coming. His breathing is steady, is calm.
"Their dog remarks. Did they throw that at you before or after they found out you bit?"