[There were cigarette burns on the boy's body, and for a moment he wanted to demand to know where they came from. He bit the words back on his tongue. That wasn't his business, this wasn't his past.
[He still couldn't stop touching them slightly, gently, although his voice was distant from affection. Quite locked off.]
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Date: 2017-05-17 09:47 pm (UTC)[He still couldn't stop touching them slightly, gently, although his voice was distant from affection. Quite locked off.]
Yeah. Yeah. A soccer man. You like soccer?