He moaned the boy's name, a broken lowing, trying to get through to him, hoping for something - anything - in those milky eyes as he dragged himself across the ragged floor of the cafe, smearing wet across the dirt and rock.
Hoping... even though he recognized those eyes. Knew what they meant. What had happened.
And that it was his fault.
If he'd listened to Max....
"Howard,... please..." His fingers dug into the earth, grasping desperately - jerking when they came into contact with a hefty stone.
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He moaned the boy's name, a broken lowing, trying to get through to him, hoping for something - anything - in those milky eyes as he dragged himself across the ragged floor of the cafe, smearing wet across the dirt and rock.
Hoping... even though he recognized those eyes. Knew what they meant. What had happened.
And that it was his fault.
If he'd listened to Max....
"Howard,... please..." His fingers dug into the earth, grasping desperately - jerking when they came into contact with a hefty stone.