[ It's not so much the words themselves that halt him in his tracks and more the press of honesty beneath their timbre, however cheeky the both of them might be acting. When did it become instinctual to tighten the fit of their fingers once brought together? Better yet, to think — he'd want him to know that regardless of where they are.
Propping himself up on an elbow, he concedes. ]
Here I was trying to reassure you. [ He sighs through his nose. ] What's "hotter water" now, anyway?
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Propping himself up on an elbow, he concedes. ]
Here I was trying to reassure you. [ He sighs through his nose. ] What's "hotter water" now, anyway?