[the dog fights, of course; he shudders and fights the touch, busted stitches clawing and shoving (feeling like a busted stitch himself, all unhealed and frayed at the seams)]
[when he gives in, lets Sakamoto hold him, it's not like it was at the shore's edge, when he'd been starved for hope and affection, where the cool breeze off the ocean and the man at his shoulders comforted him; here, in the dark and the blood, he just gives in, submits to greater strength like an animal, feeling hot and hurt inside like he'd swallowed burning lead]
[I fucked up he suddenly thinks blearily through the haze of it; he ain't gonna smile at me like he used to]
Re: action
[when he gives in, lets Sakamoto hold him, it's not like it was at the shore's edge, when he'd been starved for hope and affection, where the cool breeze off the ocean and the man at his shoulders comforted him; here, in the dark and the blood, he just gives in, submits to greater strength like an animal, feeling hot and hurt inside like he'd swallowed burning lead]
[I fucked up he suddenly thinks blearily through the haze of it; he ain't gonna smile at me like he used to]
[and anticipates the next bridge gone bonfire]