"You can't do that!" Paul hissed desperately. His hand was tight around Cameron's wrist, pressing pale against the tendons, but the older boy didn't drop his arm. He smiled. He smiled so wide that it stretched his words, rich with something Paul wasn't so sure he wanted to be able to recognise. .
"Oh Paul, I can. You think … tell me. Why not?" Cameron's chin tipped up to mark the question; a challenge, like they were in a boxing ring, not hiding in the wide open dark of the church.
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