[ dave isn't sure what he meant when he said "play me a song" and "stay". humming, maybe. something simple and less intimate, less letting john's fingers dance down his side and over his ribs like they belong there.
something lodges in his throat. sadness, maybe, or relief, or some bittersweet mix of the two. he doesn't think he can cry still but his hand searches for john's free one. ]
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something lodges in his throat. sadness, maybe, or relief, or some bittersweet mix of the two. he doesn't think he can cry still but his hand searches for john's free one. ]