[Smaller every day… It’s true. Instead of to his hip, he’s at his shoulder, now, able to look him in the eye. Something soft comes across his face, although he doesn’t realize it.]
I will.
[Reaching over, he settles his hand across Faustino’s head, but doesn’t ruffle his hair like he might have done in the past. Instead, there’s just his thumb, sweeping over it.]
The boss isn’t going to send you anywhere anytime soon, right?
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I will.
[Reaching over, he settles his hand across Faustino’s head, but doesn’t ruffle his hair like he might have done in the past. Instead, there’s just his thumb, sweeping over it.]
The boss isn’t going to send you anywhere anytime soon, right?