[He blinks, because that should be expected, but for whatever reason - it isn't. Erik's been so used to doing things on his own, to keeping his head low, his ears open, to getting by and staying secret.
This is strange, now. Having a friend.
Looking down the alley in the opposite direction, he thinks about refusing, but rubs his jaw and turns to spit the taste of blood from his mouth.]
All right, [he said slowly.] Lead the way. And not a word a bout this, Charlie.
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This is strange, now. Having a friend.
Looking down the alley in the opposite direction, he thinks about refusing, but rubs his jaw and turns to spit the taste of blood from his mouth.]
All right, [he said slowly.] Lead the way. And not a word a bout this, Charlie.