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Hands on him everywhere, pulling him upright and making that *wrong* thing happen again, and he was embarrassing himself, he couldn't help it, couldn't stop the horrible sounds any more than he could stop shaking. Whoever it was pulled him in and held on tight. He breathed in soap and leather, his face hidden between Brennan's neck and the collar of his jacket. Brennan's throat vibrated against his cheek, but he couldn't hear anything over the screaming flames devouring his back and chest.
It had to stop. Had to. There'd be nothing left of him if it didn't. He had to get away. Brennan was holding him down, holding him in the fire. God, why was he being punished like this? He hadn't meant to be bad. He had to get away . . .
And then he was floating, resting on cool water, drifting lazily, his hair ruffled by a faint breeze scented with soap and leather and Emma's perfume.
I'm an old woman. Not even ten o'clock and I'm ready for bed. More tomorrow.
Hands on him everywhere, pulling him upright and making that *wrong* thing happen again, and he was embarrassing himself, he couldn't help it, couldn't stop the horrible sounds any more than he could stop shaking. Whoever it was pulled him in and held on tight. He breathed in soap and leather, his face hidden between Brennan's neck and the collar of his jacket. Brennan's throat vibrated against his cheek, but he couldn't hear anything over the screaming flames devouring his back and chest.
It had to stop. Had to. There'd be nothing left of him if it didn't. He had to get away. Brennan was holding him down, holding him in the fire. God, why was he being punished like this? He hadn't meant to be bad. He had to get away . . .
And then he was floating, resting on cool water, drifting lazily, his hair ruffled by a faint breeze scented with soap and leather and Emma's perfume.
I'm an old woman. Not even ten o'clock and I'm ready for bed. More tomorrow.