Re: Marvel: Rescuing the tiniest Alexander
Shane. [He corrected the kid, off-hand, because he really didn't fucking care if he was believed or not. He just wanted them to get the fuck out of there. Junkies around left and right, and it couldn't be good for Sam.
Shane took that sweater and used it to twist Joey toward the chair their sister sat in.] There's your fucking sister, yeah? She wants your ass to move it, so we're moving it. [He kicked at Joey's bootheels.]