Damascus stared at Boris solemnly, barely concealing the happy smile that threatened to stretch across his face.
"Bothers." He whispered, giving Boris' hand a single shake before letting it drop.
Barely a moment had passed before he turned to James, a sly grin curling his lips.
"James! C'mon! I'll wash your hands myself, promise!" He spit in his hand anew and waved it at the smaller boy.
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