-=You see nothing, since the PCD is facing the sky, but there's the sounds of debris being smashed into tiny, tiny splinters. And the soft wheeze of strained breathing.=-
[He's holding it together. He'll be damned if he shows Ed any of that fear, and the fear is not what matters. He can't control what will happen, no one can. But no matter what, it would be okay.
Al sets a hand on the back of Ed's neck, his voice steady.]
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Date: 2010-10-03 10:16 pm (UTC)Al sets a hand on the back of Ed's neck, his voice steady.]
Brother.