Andrew Hughes suddenly sobered up quite a bit.
He blinked, tugged at Marcus Shaw's T-shirt hem, clutching it tightly in his hand, and suggested, "I'll go too."
"No time to take you."
Marcus shot him a glance and turned to leave.
Andrew yanked on his shirttail hard, stretching the cotton T-shirt to its limits, and called out word for word, "Marcus Shaw."
The early morning air was slightly cool, and the slim waist of the young man exposed in the air sent a chill through him.
Marcus backed away and stared at him, "Let go."
"I won't."
Andrew stubbornly and persistently looked back at him.
Marcus stretched out both hands, grabbed Andrew's shoulders, lifted him up, and asked helplessly, "What do you want now?"
Hesitating for a moment, Andrew spoke his answer, "Exercise can make you grow taller."
Actually, Andrew was developing normally; his height was about the same as his peers, within the normal range.
