"Not your fault." He's already dropped down in front of A, and is lifting him up. He loses his balance and ends up sitting on the ground himself, persistently trying to drag A on top of him and not the dirt.
"A, dearest, A." L suspects he's just going to have to cry this one out.
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Date: 2008-06-04 04:58 am (UTC)"A, dearest, A." L suspects he's just going to have to cry this one out.