Josh looked at Akira’s hand when he wrote, shaking his head when he referred to himself as ‘something’ and spoke of being there for him. It then hit Josh that he didn’t want Elizabeth…what if he planned a wedding, but not with her, instead for the man in front of him.
It was probably idiotic. How could Josh make that happen? Even worse what if Akira didn’t feel the same way? Others would probably disagree, his castle and he himself would nearly be shunned by others but Josh barely cared.
Once Akira spoke with such a soft voice yet again, Josh’s reddish brown eyes looked into his green ones and he smiled once more. “They’re happy tears Akira. You have…no idea how glad I am to hear your voice, it’s beautiful. But please, don’t talk until your throat feels better. Maybe some tea would help.” he wondered with furrowed eyebrows and keeping his fingers rubbing along Akira’s throat.
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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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