[One that an old crooked man could ever hope for. Different from any other. There's still a teen in there.]
Do I ever. [All that mouthing it makes his skin prickle right under his mouth. Again for the numberless time he thinks back to first watching them move as he wove a thread about his first big jaunt about crime. The most he could ever hope for remembering that for the rest of his life and seeing this man in every pair of green eyes he'd see. That itself was a gift.]
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[One that an old crooked man could ever hope for. Different from any other. There's still a teen in there.]
Do I ever. [All that mouthing it makes his skin prickle right under his mouth. Again for the numberless time he thinks back to first watching them move as he wove a thread about his first big jaunt about crime. The most he could ever hope for remembering that for the rest of his life and seeing this man in every pair of green eyes he'd see. That itself was a gift.]
You like how it feels holding me and my load?
[That paw goes to work, stroking hard and fast.]