[The thing is, Billy doesn't think he can hurt it. So he looks at
Kavinsky a moment and squeezes, and it winds tight around Billy's fingers
like a live thing, like some affectionate creature. He looks up at the
other boy, then. His face is illuminated only by the glow of Kavinsky's
soul.]
So?
Memories? Weird twinges in your heart? Deep and abiding love? Hate?
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[The thing is, Billy doesn't think he can hurt it. So he looks at Kavinsky a moment and squeezes, and it winds tight around Billy's fingers like a live thing, like some affectionate creature. He looks up at the other boy, then. His face is illuminated only by the glow of Kavinsky's soul.]
So?
Memories? Weird twinges in your heart? Deep and abiding love? Hate?
Anything?