He Ain’t Heavy. He’s My Brother

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The guy just hummed. The leather of his belt snicked, quiet, as he slipped it back into the loops of his trousers. “You had a guy before, didn’t you?” He asked, low, dry. “One that loved you.”

George stared at the ceiling, bringing the cigarette back to his mouth. “About a million years ago.” He muttered, low.

“Mm. Dead or drafted?”

“I don’t know. Both, maybe.”

“Yeah, well.”

He looked like him. Dark eyes and hair, tanned skin.

It had been a recurring pattern since Joe. George just never looked too closely at their faces.

He missed what most of the guy said. “...hope you find him again.”

WILSON BETHEL as Cpl. Evan 'Q-Tip' Stafford

It's been a week and I'm still not over this. Dick ordering Malarkey to put this guy down.

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