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Not wanting to fully go against the doctors wishes, Josh knew he’d have to ensure Akira was safe, although he knew making his servant stay in his bed for weeks wouldn’t help him mentally. Moving his gaze from Akira’s neck to his eyes, Josh took a moment just to stay quiet before clearing his throat and looking back down while grabbing the brace.
“Thank you for allowing me to do this.” Josh mumbled while carefully going to his torso but being unable to get it under him. “If you can, may you sit up…just a little so I can get this back on?” Josh asked as he supported Akira’s back just in case he felt uncomfortable.
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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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