[Flash's protective instincts have always been turned up to 11. Even when they were in high school, and misdirected in the worst way, he's always been tenaciously loyal, tenaciously defensive of the people he cares about. Dragging a little child into this...]
Good. That's good. [Flash eases slightly, rubbing his hands up into his face, his hair for a second.] Jesus Christ. They're bringing in kids. Kids, Pete.
no subject
Good. That's good. [Flash eases slightly, rubbing his hands up into his face, his hair for a second.] Jesus Christ. They're bringing in kids. Kids, Pete.