It was the hand attached to the wrist with the ugly bruise around it, where someone had grabbed Ian's arm and likely squeezed very hard, and it was a sobering sight to Toby, even if Ian wasn't aware.Toby held him for near an hour, in a pained sort of silence, because neither of them knew what to say to the other, and the jock's green eyes stayed focused on the bony bruised wrist as he felt like he