Somehow the contact helps. This is still far too much like easing shards of glass out of his own lacerated skin, but Molly's touch keeps him from being drawn into the Sherrinford that exists in his mind, from the worst of the Hell he's been through recently.
He shakes his head, though, as something else bubbles up from the depths.
"It's so strange. Every time I mention his name I remember something else about him. There used to be a little shop on the way home from school with a gumball machine, and we'd race each other there every day. Winner bought a gumball for each of us. We used to go flat out for blocks trying to beat each other to it."
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Date: 2017-02-03 07:17 pm (UTC)He shakes his head, though, as something else bubbles up from the depths.
"It's so strange. Every time I mention his name I remember something else about him. There used to be a little shop on the way home from school with a gumball machine, and we'd race each other there every day. Winner bought a gumball for each of us. We used to go flat out for blocks trying to beat each other to it."