[He wonders if Chris would be upset to hear that. Once he might have been upset, too. When he was a little boy, he believed in God; God was the one whose job it was to protect his family, while they protected the Zacharovs. But his family never was protected, and in the end, it was other people who needed protecting from them.]
[None of this is really relevant, but it runs through his head anyway, one of those disconnected threads of illogic that pop up when bad things are happening. This is a bad thing - for Slevin, even if not for him. Slevin is afraid.]
[He lets his hand rest there for a few moments, quiet and still, looking at Slevin's wide animal eyes in the darkness. Then he leans forward and pulls him close, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug. His hands never stray past cloth to bare skin. He wouldn't dare, and he doesn't have the right. Not after the evil things he's done.]
Spam
[He wonders if Chris would be upset to hear that. Once he might have been upset, too. When he was a little boy, he believed in God; God was the one whose job it was to protect his family, while they protected the Zacharovs. But his family never was protected, and in the end, it was other people who needed protecting from them.]
[None of this is really relevant, but it runs through his head anyway, one of those disconnected threads of illogic that pop up when bad things are happening. This is a bad thing - for Slevin, even if not for him. Slevin is afraid.]
[He lets his hand rest there for a few moments, quiet and still, looking at Slevin's wide animal eyes in the darkness. Then he leans forward and pulls him close, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug. His hands never stray past cloth to bare skin. He wouldn't dare, and he doesn't have the right. Not after the evil things he's done.]
No.
Thank you.