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[And laughter came out. Soft at first and quickly gathering momentum and volume as Allen became hollow, filled only with the mirth.
Because it was better than the frustrated broken howl threatening to surge up from the depths. He didn't do breakdowns. It was better to cover the threat of it with blankets, carpeting, and thick wooden doors. Falling to pieces wasted time and that was something he never had enough of to bother with looking back. Not that he ever thought to peer backward in any time since Cross took him in and threw him into fights with a sink or swim mentally.
You kicked what was there in the teeth and made sure it never rose again. Not sit and have a cry about it.
Maybe that's why he didn't notice he was shaking or pressing his face into the other Walker's shoulder.
He couldn't let go even if he tried.]
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