The girl they had called Ginny was still burying her head in her brother’s chest, but the boy was staring at his feet now, looking baffled. He followed the boy’s eye, no less confused; he knew that he was looking at his own feet in socks, now wet and smudged with dirt from the alleyway, but he could not seem to process the sight.
Aurelie’s voice, in spite of an undercurrent of tightness, was as bright and warm as he could imagine it. As if they were merely washing pup; as if the last few days had not happened; as if she herself was not –
She must have been frightened in equal measure, nearly at the middle of his sigiled field. He watched her reach up with one damp hand and tuck her hair behind her ears, first on one side and then on another, a few strands of hair stuck together now with suds. There was a bit of lather on one of her cheeks. He was utterly taken and could not seem to look away: she was smiling gently even in the midst of all of it, even with what he imagined must have been no less panic than he felt.
When he looked back up, the boy was looking at him, as if for the first time – looking him up and down, all of him, looking more and more surprised.
The girl shifted to look over her shoulder, raw-red eyes sneaking a glance at the two of them before she buried her head back in her brother’s arm.
The boy was looking him in the eye, thoughtful. As if he had just realized this, he jerked his gaze away, and so did Morandi – over and down.
Aurelie was lathering the shampoo into Shadow’s fur, calm and rhythmic. He breathed in deeply; the smell was still what it had been moments ago.
“Puppy?” said Ginny, muffled. She shifted as if to look again, but her brother held her more tightly.
Desiderio is my friend. He tried not to glance over, surprised and aching with something he could not name. And Shadow too.
He took another deep breath, dizzied, trying to focus himself on the smell of violets. Slowly, he turned and reached for Shadow, who was whining softly. He felt pup’s muscles tense underneath his hands at first, but then he began to work the soap through his fur along with Aurelie, following her rhythm as precisely as he could. He felt some of pup’s muscles loosen, even if his furry ears were still laid back.
Focusing on the rhythm and Shadow’s fur, a little of the heat went out of his field. He could not suppress it, but it loosened at the edges; it felt like a muscle, twitching and tired, ready to spring back.
Where was his discipline now? There was nothing noble in this. To be afraid of this, of one’s own – what separated him from –
“Puppy,” Ginny said, squirming.
“He doesn’t need his shoes,” the boy said. “Mum said I should – I should get someone – but I don’t know –”
“Please.” Morandi looked over and up, his mouth dry. “You will put her in danger if you tell anyone. You must not. Aurelie is my friend,” he said. “If she is yours, then you are mine.”
“We heard,” he said. “M-Mum said you were a –”
The boy was looking at Aurelie, his face still very pale.
“Mum said that’s why the scarred man was looking for you. I-I don’t believe it. And I’m not going to leave you with him, Miss Aurelie.” He stuck his chin out. “W-We take care of our own. I’m not afraid.”
“Wanna pet puppy! Stop it, Peter!”