He looked at the jacket, fingering it for a moment before pulling Eliot close. "I..Dad's gone." He said, things slipping in here and there. "I think I'm starting to remember a little bit. I can remember meeting you. I remember..." He frowned. "Sam shooting you and taking care of you. Most of my memories that are coming back are...more recent."
Once stuck out though and he frowned. "But I do remember...one. I remember when I was little. There was a fire and I carried Sam out of the house. My mom died..."
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Date: 2013-05-15 01:38 am (UTC)Once stuck out though and he frowned. "But I do remember...one. I remember when I was little. There was a fire and I carried Sam out of the house. My mom died..."