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Josh stood just as Akira did, looking at his boyfriend and noticing his food. He couldn't order him to stay, so he allowed him to do as he pleased, although not without speaking. "Please...bring the food with you at least. You have to eat..." Josh then smirked at the others, waving as they all waved back before taking his own water and grabbing a hold of one of Akira's hands.
On the way to his room, something was bothering Josh, nothing on his mind but more mentally. Rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand, he sighed once more and wanted to lay down, just to be with Akira...alone, not having anyone else around just 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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