"The whole bloody wardrobe if you want," he murmurs, breathing in the same air and it makes him ache, thumb smoothing over the back of his neck still. "Anything, you should just - you need to know that."
But still, he shouldn't do this. He really shouldn't. The breath he takes is shakey, wobbly in a way he feels inside. "Isn't your soul shrivelling up and dying from the alley alone, Arthur?"
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But still, he shouldn't do this. He really shouldn't. The breath he takes is shakey, wobbly in a way he feels inside. "Isn't your soul shrivelling up and dying from the alley alone, Arthur?"