[Billy's head starts to tilt in question, but given how this Tommy had raced towards him, how familiar he is, he guesses the truth quickly enough.]
...He'll be fine. [He assures, brows creasing sympathetically, and he reaches to give Tommy's shoulder a squeeze, half expecting him to pull away from the gesture like his own Tommy would.]
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...He'll be fine. [He assures, brows creasing sympathetically, and he reaches to give Tommy's shoulder a squeeze, half expecting him to pull away from the gesture like his own Tommy would.]