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“Why would they do this?” Matthew gasps, gripping Larry as tightly as he could muster. Larry rubs his son’s back gently, trying to soothe him in any way possible. What was he supposed to say to an eight year old? There was no way to make this better. Only one thing could help them, and Julian wasn’t coming back.

“I don’t know, Matty.” His tears coat his cheeks as he runs his fingers through Matthew’s hair gently. “They’re bad people..” his voice cracks, unable to do anything to help his son. He lost his best friend and Matthew would feel the pain of that loss for the rest of his life. “It’s okay, bud.” He whispers, Mathew shaking against him and clutching the lion tightly.

       After having tugged her shirt over her head, Ally takes a seat on the floor of their closet, knees drawn up as she rests the back of her head against the wall. She focuses on breathing in and out evenly, even though each breath felt as if her heart was being ripped clean from her chest. Ally didn’t know how she was going to comfort her husband and Matthew when she herself couldn’t find any way to make sense of the senseless tragedy.

A light bump to her leg let her know that Stark had come into the closet with her, before laying down next to her, a soft whine coming from him as he stares up at his owner. “You know something’s wrong, huh, bud?” She asks, bringing a hand to card at the dogs fur, a few more tears falling along her cheeks.