Francis sounded just the same as Radar carried him through the maze. Convinced of pain before it would arrive, too young to be thinking anything like that. The war Mulcahy's been fighting started a long, long time before Radar ever met him.
"I know," he says, and there, finally, his voice cracks.
He can't carry Mulcahy anymore. Still, his arms go around him, gentle as ever.
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Date: 2024-10-27 01:01 am (UTC)"I know," he says, and there, finally, his voice cracks.
He can't carry Mulcahy anymore. Still, his arms go around him, gentle as ever.