[Arms let go of supporting those legs, knowing full well that Ken can hold on with leg strength alone. They'd gotten to know each other inside and out during their time here together, enough to even consider themselves brothers. All three of them were knit tighter than one of Mabel's sweaters...
And one of those threads was cut, leaving the other two to either bind together or unravel.
Arms reach around Ken, holding him tighter than he ever remembers. Tighter than the August Swear-In, tighter than when he returned in October of that same year.
As if the boy would slip through his fingers if he didn't hold on.]
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And one of those threads was cut, leaving the other two to either bind together or unravel.
Arms reach around Ken, holding him tighter than he ever remembers. Tighter than the August Swear-In, tighter than when he returned in October of that same year.
As if the boy would slip through his fingers if he didn't hold on.]
Don't you leave me too, got that.