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It was a pleasant surprise to see Akira showing a hint of a smile, despite how small it was, it was the first sign of happiness on the mans face since he found him yesterday.
Standing up from the bed, Josh looked at his servant for another moment, eyeing his body for just a few more seconds before replying.
“Yes of course.” Picking Akira’s shirt up, Josh passed it to him and looked back at the door, looking slightly unanticipated. “I must head back. You’ll be fine here alone I hope?” Josh said in more of a question then comment.
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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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