[ He feels almost angry, something squeezed tight and vicious in his chest. At their Piltie employers, but also at Vander, for scaring him. ]
I thought...
[ He thought he was dead. He spent a long time certain of it, that Vander had died and all the things Silco hadn't said had calcified in his chest. Are still there now, a sick lump.
Vander is fever hot and Silco breathes it in, not caring that he'll probably get sick too, tightening his embrace. If he was the kind of person who knew how to cry, he'd probably be crying. ]
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[ He feels almost angry, something squeezed tight and vicious in his chest. At their Piltie employers, but also at Vander, for scaring him. ]
I thought...
[ He thought he was dead. He spent a long time certain of it, that Vander had died and all the things Silco hadn't said had calcified in his chest. Are still there now, a sick lump.
Vander is fever hot and Silco breathes it in, not caring that he'll probably get sick too, tightening his embrace. If he was the kind of person who knew how to cry, he'd probably be crying. ]