[Al's never liked the church. Too many bad memories, too many deaths. His eyes are drawn to the altar momentarily, but Horst wins out.
Silently, a little fussily, Al unfolds the fuzzy blanket he's carrying and pulls it around Horst's shoulders. It's more for comfort than warmth -- but it's red, and incredibly soft.]
I pull this out for the bad days.
[A tiny, weary smile, but he tugs Horst towards the pews to find a seat.]
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Silently, a little fussily, Al unfolds the fuzzy blanket he's carrying and pulls it around Horst's shoulders. It's more for comfort than warmth -- but it's red, and incredibly soft.]
I pull this out for the bad days.
[A tiny, weary smile, but he tugs Horst towards the pews to find a seat.]