[Tony looks Will over. He looks unharmed. And his pockets don't seem to be bulging with any of Tony's stuff. Just your typical, bored eight year old. Or. However old this kid is. Anyway—

He inclines his head towards his junk pile. Makes some fists for dots and flat hands for dashes since his device is ten feet away practicing its power fantasy of working in NASCAR. He remembers Will.]

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