[This is new - sharp and desperate and not sweet, but not unwelcome. And with Algric's Lonely cloak it isn't as if anyone's going to notice. But it's the stones of the wall against his back and feeling pressed in that get him breathless in an unpleasant way, feeling his heart racing out of his chest.
He clutches at Algric's jacket, breaking away to try and gulp down air like he's drowning, a worm struggling to the surface, dirt and mud and grit under his nails and down his throat.]
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He clutches at Algric's jacket, breaking away to try and gulp down air like he's drowning, a worm struggling to the surface, dirt and mud and grit under his nails and down his throat.]
Al--Martin. Martin.