newsieofnewyork
A JackCrutchie fanfiction.
The boy curled into himself more, his skinny arms wrapping weakly around his scraped knees. Jack readjusted his position so he sat down crossed legged in front of the boy. "I's only tryin' ta help ya here, kid, but 'cha ain't givin' me much ta work with."
"Charlie." Came a quiet replay. The boy's voice was so small and hoarse that Jack didn't hear what he said.
"What was t'at?"
"Youse ask ma name. I's Charlie." The Boy -Charlie- repeated. His voice was scratchy, Jack could tell just from that, that the boy hadn't had anything to drink in a while.
"Well, what do ya know? Youse can speak," Jack joked. Charlie gave him a weak smile, he seemed less tense, and had long since stopped cowering away. "Nice ta meet cha, Charlie."