Rocky sat on the edge of a metal stool, wrapping gauze around the cut on fox arm. Rocky:“You always manage to find trouble, even in here.You shouldn’t let them get to you” he said quietly.“You’re not like them.” Fox: “Maybe I am now.” Rocky finished bandaging and leaned back slightly, the space between them was close. Too close. It always was, with fox. Fox: “You’re still doing this,” he said his voice bitter. “Taking care of people who don’t deserve it.”
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