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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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[jumpthegun]

Did he ride the tram all 'round the city for a lark?

[It sounds like something a little brother would do.]

[devoutish]

He rode the tram all 'round the city four times for a lark. He'd started off scared, right, but it didn't take him long to decide he liked seeing the sights. Every time he saw the synagogue coming up, with us waiting outside, he ducked so we wouldn't spot him and make him get off.

[jumpthegun]

[John's brows rise. But he's mildly amused, even if his voice doesn't carry that too much. There's a quiet chattering of teeth now and again when John can't hold back. He's starting to feel tired.]

Little bastard. Did you knock him over the head?

[devoutish]

I grabbed his ear and gave him a smack, yeah. Told him he'd get spanked if our mother found out. But we didn't tell her, because we're brothers, yeah?

[Solomons brothers didn't tattle.]

We threatened him all the way home, but we never told. Well - not until we were all adults, and it came out as a story to tell at gatherings.

[jumpthegun]

Alfie Solomons, twisting ears like a schoolmarm. That's a sight to picture.

[He's quiet a moment apart from quiet breathing and the chatter of teeth.]

You don't actually need to stay on the line, Alfie. I... I still need to let Bucky know. Thanks, though. For the story. I liked it. [He has to swallow, and his voice is a little thicker once more.] I liked it a lot.

[devoutish]

Someone should stay with you. If he doesn't, you'll call back?

[jumpthegun]

[The morbid part of him wants to point out he has Sherlock, but he doubts Alfie would really appreciate the humor in that right now. And it might set him off into hysterical giggles, which are nothing John wants to deal with.]

Yeah. Sorry about this.

[About everything, really. He's well aware of how difficult this is for Alfie, too.]

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[There's a very light thunking sound from Alfie's end, his head hitting the wall as he leans back against it.]

Find some peace tonight, Watson. John.

[jumpthegun]

Sure. Goodnight, Alfie. Keep warm.

[He'll sign off there if Alfie doesn't.]