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For a few moments, Josh simply looked at Akira and let him think, taking a moment to allow the poor man to have whatever was on his mind run through him, but then smirking when he saw just how he looked a few moments later. It was adorable, although at the same time the situation they were in didn't do much for that, so after almost a minute Josh cleared his throat and spoke.
"Akira. Look up at me, grasp what's in your hands tighter, and whenever you'd like, tell me what is on your mind." Josh said, his hands sliding down his thighs towards the desk so he could place them there, ensuring he didn't touch himself.
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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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