Jack was quiet for a bit, fingers tracing patters on Danny's skin.
"He won't remember me," he said. He'd made sure of that. "And he doesn't need to be reminded of those years."
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Jack was quiet for a bit, fingers tracing patters on Danny's skin.
"He won't remember me," he said. He'd made sure of that. "And he doesn't need to be reminded of those years."