[Alfie scoots a little closer, his shoulders stiff and hunched. He hasn't lifted his hand from Gwen's shoulder, and he doesn't snow, but he moves his other hand over to Mercy and hangs onto one of hers, giving her what he hopes feels like a reassuring squeeze.]
Yeah, and we love your mum, don't we? We all do. I do.
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Yeah, and we love your mum, don't we? We all do. I do.