【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第五章(29)
Not that Techno knew anything about being a father. Or being a son.
Techno nodded begrudgingly at Philza. “And we need to clean Tommy.”
Phil looked down at the body in his arms, his expression cloudy. “I suppose we should.”
They moved quietly, carefully. Techno grabbed the cloth he’d dropped during his tussle with Wilbur and went to wet it in the rain again, lingering in the cold to let the raindrops wash away the blood on his knuckles. Wilbur’s blood. His stomach tightened as bloodstained water dripped from his hands, but in a few moments, his hands were clean once more. When he turned back to Tommy and Phil, he’d found that Phil had taken the knife from Tommy’s chest.
“Is this yours?” Phil asked bitterly, running his hand over the knife’s carved handle.
“You should know,” Techno said. “You gave it to me.”
Phil looked up in surprise. Techno could only shrug, unsure of where they stood now with each other.
“It was a long time ago,” Techno said. “You gave me a whole set.”
“During the—”
“Yes,” Techno cut him off. “During that time.”
For the first time, Phil seemed to look his age: ancient and weathered by his endless years. Techno could see him remembering it all: their empire of blood and glory, broken only by silent months of warm companionship. It seemed their bodies recalled just as much as their minds did, because they slipped easily into their grim work, side-by-side, never needing to speak a single word. As Phil combed the dirt out of Tommy’s hair, Techno scrubbed at the stains on his arms and the stubborn one of his cheek. And when Techno’s breathing began to slow at the sight of the jagged wound on Tommy’s chest, Phil silently worked Tommy out of his torn shirt and into a fresh one that did not bear the scars of their battle.
Techno nodded begrudgingly at Philza. “And we need to clean Tommy.”
Phil looked down at the body in his arms, his expression cloudy. “I suppose we should.”
They moved quietly, carefully. Techno grabbed the cloth he’d dropped during his tussle with Wilbur and went to wet it in the rain again, lingering in the cold to let the raindrops wash away the blood on his knuckles. Wilbur’s blood. His stomach tightened as bloodstained water dripped from his hands, but in a few moments, his hands were clean once more. When he turned back to Tommy and Phil, he’d found that Phil had taken the knife from Tommy’s chest.
“Is this yours?” Phil asked bitterly, running his hand over the knife’s carved handle.
“You should know,” Techno said. “You gave it to me.”
Phil looked up in surprise. Techno could only shrug, unsure of where they stood now with each other.
“It was a long time ago,” Techno said. “You gave me a whole set.”
“During the—”
“Yes,” Techno cut him off. “During that time.”
For the first time, Phil seemed to look his age: ancient and weathered by his endless years. Techno could see him remembering it all: their empire of blood and glory, broken only by silent months of warm companionship. It seemed their bodies recalled just as much as their minds did, because they slipped easily into their grim work, side-by-side, never needing to speak a single word. As Phil combed the dirt out of Tommy’s hair, Techno scrubbed at the stains on his arms and the stubborn one of his cheek. And when Techno’s breathing began to slow at the sight of the jagged wound on Tommy’s chest, Phil silently worked Tommy out of his torn shirt and into a fresh one that did not bear the scars of their battle.
第五摄香肉
