[Itโs also not the first time heโs been tossed about like refuse caught in a strong windโpsychic kids, remember?โbut the first time itโs happened so inelegantly, which is saying a lot all things considered. Instinctively, Brenner flings his arms out to catch his balance, but he just means he lands hard on a broken wrist.
Pain flares like a knife, white behind his eyes. He cries out accordingly, though his face screws up into a grimace soon after. An almost-growl of refusal, because he is not planning on dying hereโ
I love Henry. It's as simple as that.
Itโs almostโฆ comical, the way that stills him, sprawled amongst a bunch of boxes and propped up on one bruised elbow. He gutters out his disbelief, like Alecโs just told him heโs a pink unicorn or something equally ridiculous.]
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Pain flares like a knife, white behind his eyes. He cries out accordingly, though his face screws up into a grimace soon after. An almost-growl of refusal, because he is not planning on dying hereโ
I love Henry. It's as simple as that.
Itโs almostโฆ comical, the way that stills him, sprawled amongst a bunch of boxes and propped up on one bruised elbow. He gutters out his disbelief, like Alecโs just told him heโs a pink unicorn or something equally ridiculous.]
You what.
[Heโs sorry, but WHAT]