While L's washing A's hands, I go to the chest and pull out some of the pillows. I adjust them behind him before sitting on the bed. "Everything's going to be okay, A. We're all here. We all can work together." God, I never thought I'd be the one saying those words. "It is better if we all work together, you see." Nor those. If Near were here, he might remind me of them later. Damn it.
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Date: 2008-06-05 07:23 pm (UTC)