[ The second suppressed heave is answer enough to John's question. He hangs on to John's jacket, wordless in his focus on not vomiting all over his rescuer.
I'm sorry, he thinks, hating the words.
Poe presses his forehead against John's shoulder and shudders. ]
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Date: 2018-01-17 01:34 am (UTC)I'm sorry, he thinks, hating the words.
Poe presses his forehead against John's shoulder and shudders. ]