[ it was falco’s turn to offer a hand; at being called a friend, something grand beyond his circle, he pulls a hand up to clasp over paul’s in camaraderie, in sureness. his heart soars in being trusted, and that he can trust someone in turn— it’s not easy to come by. falco’s eyes even begin to squint with just how much he smiles up at the elder boy, and says with confident certainty: ]
You can count on me, Mister Paul.
[ because he would do the same. that’s what that meant. ]
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You can count on me, Mister Paul.
[ because he would do the same. that’s what that meant. ]