I reached my own hand to his forearm, only a moment’s reminder is all. It seemingly triggered a deep breath, and he let it out with caution, turning to face we three. Islington and Hawkes had paused their conversation, waiting. And it was Hawkes who spoke. “Do you need us to wait here, do you need us to head for Stonecrop, or do you need us to come with you?” Pierce started to shake his head, more to himself than anything. He placed his hands in the pockets of his trousers. “I don’t want to inconvenience—” “What do you need from your friends, Pierce?” Hawkes said. “To wait, to go, or to come?”
Friendship <3
