[His mismatched arms found their way around Steve's shoulders as much as small boy's could, clinging to the bigger man. He clung as much with his knobby knees as his arms too, and he rested his cheek against Steve's shoulder when the warmth of the jacket returned.
His fingers instead clench on Steve's shirt like a little leech.]
No, I don't want to. I want to stay with you. I'm always alone when you aren't here.
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His fingers instead clench on Steve's shirt like a little leech.]
No, I don't want to. I want to stay with you. I'm always alone when you aren't here.