‘Shh.’ Cassian reached out. Daizell grabbed his hand, all need and instinct, clutching it hard. Dusty, sweaty, warm, alive. Cassian held on tight, giving him a moment of silence he badly needed, then asked again, ‘Are you all right?’ ‘No. Yes. Of course I am.’ ‘You’ve done everything you could. More than anyone else did. Come on.’ Cassian spoke in the calm voice, the one he’d used on the horse. ‘Come on now, Charnage, I’ve got you. Good man. Up you get, now.’
Doing him like the horses
