Burden knows that in life, one must (tithe) wrote in repose,
Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
[He was slow to realize he'd lost his grip on the boy, and he stumbled to his feet once he did realize it. He reached for him, wet fingers popping from 'tween his lips as he grabbed, tugged, pulled.] I trust you. Course I trust you. What's that got to do with anything? What's that got to do with anything?