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When he heard that coarse voice, Sangre slowly opened the door, stepping inside and looking at Akira as he closed it behind him. It was obvious he had been crying, and the chef didn't blame the poor young man. He was used to having Josh with him at all times, he barely left his side whenever they were together.
Taking a step towards Akira, Sangre paused a few feet away, still wanting him to have some space, although there was a part inside of him that wanted to hug Akira to comfort him.
"You alright Akira? Come…take my hand." Sangre whispered, putting a hand out and smirking faintly. "Let's check on Lady. I'm sure she misses her 'dad' a little too." The chef muttered, knowing the cat probably didn't even notice, but he wanted to take some attention away from Akira's sadness in order to get his mind off things.
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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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