[God he wishes he could talk. He wishes so hard, so fiercely, he'd give just about anything right now to be able to tell Isaac that it's all right, that he's here, that he doesn't have to worry.
But he can't. His mangled throat can't form words, all he can do is hold Isaac, hold his face, hold his head to Isaac's, breathe out, breathe in.
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But he can't. His mangled throat can't form words, all he can do is hold Isaac, hold his face, hold his head to Isaac's, breathe out, breathe in.
Isaac.
Isaac.]