Damascus squeezed Engel tight and nodded vigorously into his shirt, trying not to cry more than he had already. As Boris came over and offered to take them both home, he lifted up his face, which was red and tear stained, and nodded again.
"R- really, Boris? We can?" He gasped, eyes wide and hopeful. "A- and I won't scare them?"
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