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"But I'm scared Owen, I don't want to go. They'll kill me."

"Do you want me to take you up to the attic, Scott?"

"Yes."

"Okay, take my hand."

Scott sighed and his scrunched shoulders relaxed as he slipped his paw into Owen's. Owen gave him a slight squeeze before starting off again.

"Are you holding hands!?" Bek demanded.

Scott glanced down and smiled, "Yes." But Owen let go almost immediately. Scott brought that hand to his chest, as if it held essence of Owen that Scott could keep in his heart if only he held on tight enough. He trotted after Owen to keep up. 'He's so kind to take me back to the attic. You know, Owen doesn't have to do this,' Scott thought to himself. He reached for Owens paw again, but lost his nerve as their fingers brushed. A relaxed smile grew on Scotts face as he scampered after Owen.

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