Josh was in a deep slumber, due to Akira being so close to him, his hand was slightly wrapped around his torso, sleeping soundly. It wasn’t until someone had walked into the room and awoke him that he opened his eyes, clearly agitated.
“I’ll be there in a moment.” Josh mumbled, closing his eyes for a few more seconds and holding Akira closer to his body unintentionally.
As the person left, Josh sighed and rubbed his eyes, then noticing that what he was doing. Slowly taking his hand away from Akira, he eyed his shirt, seeing how his servant was gripping it like that. Noticing he wouldn’t be able to get up without disturbing the young man, Josh looked at him for a few moments, seeing how calm and free of fear he appeared to be before taking a deep breath.
He already knew today wouldn’t be a good day, breakfast would have to be taken care of immediately so he wouldn’t he late.
“Akira. Wake up.” Josh whispered near Akira’s ear. “We have to eat.”
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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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