[Bolton barely registers the hands pulling at him. His face feels hot and tingly, the tip of his nose is numb and hands don’t obey him.
His breath sticks in his throat like napalm, and no matter how hard he gasps, in between sounds that are more like muffled screams now than laughter, his vision is starting to go black.
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His breath sticks in his throat like napalm, and no matter how hard he gasps, in between sounds that are more like muffled screams now than laughter, his vision is starting to go black.
He can’t take his eyes off Max’s face.]