I went down to see ‘im again today – had I thought o’ it last night I’d of brought him a blanket down or somethin’ for ’im to rest his head on in that damp cell.
He’d seemed smaller today, less angry, more of that shy boy who used to stumble o’er his words when askin’ me for a bit of gin.
I know the boys upstairs wanna get their hands on ‘im for study but I talked Walter into just lettin’ me ask him some things first off. He still seems so taken with me. It’s hard to not want to just take care o’ ’im.