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Finally understanding, Cresil sighed and closed his eyes, holding onto Aoki and clenching his jaw. He wished he could just take his boyfriend’s pain away, somehow if there was a way but he couldn’t. Instead he just stayed with him, holding him in his arms and cleaning them both of carefully and slowly.
Looking at Aoki, Cresil shook his head and spoke with a slight frown. “Aoki, you don’t have to apologize. I‘m just thankful you‘re alive and okay…I don’t like seeing you hurt like this.” he said under his breath, leaning his head on the other mans and asking softly.
“Want me to lay you in bed? I’ll stay with you.” Cresil spoke calmly.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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