( thanks for the hand, bruce. it's appreciated, even if jason doesn't have a way of telling him just yet. instead, he keeps dragging him across the snow until he reaches where the church's building begins and - lets go of his arm with a final shake of his head.
stretches his legs out behind him, as if the effort of dragging bruce that far had been tiring on his joints, then walks his way right up to the door so he can place a paw against the frame of it.
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stretches his legs out behind him, as if the effort of dragging bruce that far had been tiring on his joints, then walks his way right up to the door so he can place a paw against the frame of it.
let him in, old man. )