"Hi," he whispered, a bit choked up. He had several kinds of protective urges welling up, wanting to reach out, give contact; but that just wasn't Scotty's way. Harold had learned that much.
He dug his hand into the sand in front of him, between them.
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Date: 2009-08-21 05:40 pm (UTC)He dug his hand into the sand in front of him, between them.
"Sorry I woke you. You okay?"