[ He shifts to hold Dolph's hands to lead him into the room. It's less lived in than the rest of the house. There's still touches of Jean around the room - a bar of soap, a straight razor and shaving cream, an abandoned uniform - but it's less lived in, overall.
He still urges Dolph towards the bed, listening to him. The familiar bite that what Alex gave him wasn't love - he thinks back to it was real, if you want it to be, and holds his tongue. ]
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He still urges Dolph towards the bed, listening to him. The familiar bite that what Alex gave him wasn't love - he thinks back to it was real, if you want it to be, and holds his tongue. ]
He gave you someplace safe. A home.