"Andrew, I didn't—he—" Andrew spat a couple times and gasped for breath. "Quiet, quiet. Quiet. Look at me," he said, but it took him a while longer before he could sit up and face Aaron again. He pressed a hand to Aaron's bloodied shirt. "It's everywhere. What did he do?" "It's not mine," Aaron said. "It's not mine, it's—Andrew, he—" Andrew touched Aaron's temple where he himself was injured as if he expected to find an identical injury there. "Did he touch you?" "What did he—" Andrew knotted his fingers in Aaron's hair and yanked to shut him up. "Answer me. I said, did he touch you?" "No,"
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