Harry froze at first, wanted to pull away—not because he didn't want the comfort, but because he felt he didn't deserve it. They would have cursed his name, he thought. They'd have known he acted not out of kindness, but of despair and anger. That he was no better in that act than Dr. Stanley had been at the Carnivale.
But he was tired now from the telling, so tired, and Alex's embrace was the sort of kind human touch he hadn't had in ... he couldn't remember how long. He bowed his head; he could think of nothing else to say. "Thank you. For that."
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But he was tired now from the telling, so tired, and Alex's embrace was the sort of kind human touch he hadn't had in ... he couldn't remember how long. He bowed his head; he could think of nothing else to say. "Thank you. For that."