[It's the shock, as much as the sudden jolt of pain that sends Horatio reeling. A strangled sound jerks from his throat, and suddenly he's clutching the edge of Scorpius's desk with what feels like his one good arm, because the other is screaming dislocation at him.
He can see Scorpius's grasp upon the doll. His likeness. The logic doesn't escape him.
Wordlessly, he goes to snatch the tiny doll version of Scorpio back up off the table.]
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He can see Scorpius's grasp upon the doll. His likeness. The logic doesn't escape him.
Wordlessly, he goes to snatch the tiny doll version of Scorpio back up off the table.]