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Sangre had already finished the fish, squeezing a little lemon on top and making a vinaigrette. Josh then waited for the ravioli, as he did he caught a glimpse of Akira and he couldn’t help but to notice his beautiful eyes glossed with tears.
Softly, Josh held his hand and brought him towards the tables so that Harumi and Sangre couldn’t hear. Looking into his eyes, Josh leaned down a bit so he could be closer to the other man. “Are you okay Akira?” He asked, concerned that something might be wrong. Gently, Josh brushed his fingers against Akira’s cheek and smiled a little, trying to reassure him.
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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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