[His hand curls around Billy's reflexively at the touch, though for a long, long moment-- and here there is no measure, so each minute lasts an uncertain eternity-- it doesn't seem to change things. Then he wakes, abruptly; their outstretched arms pull taut as he sits up and flattens himself against the wall, his other hand flat against it. Tommy yells, hoarse and incoherent.]
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