Fitzjames sees Strange limping and tries to support him—get an arm around
him, one of Strange's arms over his own shoulders—and he watches in
perplexity as he scribbles the message. When he reads it, his blood runs
colder than Arctic ice.
How does he know?
He stares at Strange, trying to formulate an answer, searching his friend's
face for clues. What does he need to hear?
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Date: 2020-07-16 08:29 pm (UTC)Fitzjames sees Strange limping and tries to support him—get an arm around him, one of Strange's arms over his own shoulders—and he watches in perplexity as he scribbles the message. When he reads it, his blood runs colder than Arctic ice.
How does he know?
He stares at Strange, trying to formulate an answer, searching his friend's face for clues. What does he need to hear?
"My father—" he begins, then stops. Is that it?