[the touch closes a circuit Skulduggery didn't know existed inside him. his hands spasm against the Captain's shoulders, fingers digging into his jacket as the rest of him jerks and shudders as if it might split apart at the building pressure of sensation. it won't. he won't.
not physically, anyway. mentally, he may not be so lucky.]
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not physically, anyway. mentally, he may not be so lucky.]
Please. Please, please --