He laughs once, quick and bitter, because wonder of wonders, here's Tom Hobbes trying to get him under control. But a lot's changed. He touches Tom's wrists, closes his eyes, forces his breathing to ease and slow.
"You used to hate it when I told you shit like that," he says, smile and voice both tight.
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"You used to hate it when I told you shit like that," he says, smile and voice both tight.