Focusing his attention on Akira again, Josh shook his head momentarily when he saw that he still not good. “Nonsense.” Josh smiled again, biting the sandwich and waiting to chew before speaking. “You should see me in the kitchen. I tried so many times to cook….the burns I got from it were pretty bad.” Josh cringed at the memory of how much it hurt, eating a bit more and then speaking while looking at Akira. “That’s why I let Sangre cook for me. But it seems I have my own little chef now.” Josh leaned over and reached out to softly rustle his hand in Akira’s hair. “Thank you again for making this. Are you tired enough to go back to sleep once we get back or are you wide awake?” Josh asked as he ate.
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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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