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"Yes her." Josh said, his eyes returning to Akira's as he sighed deeply, noticing the look in his eyes. Taking his boyfriends shoulders, Josh rubbed them slowly and began to speak. "Baby, we'll have to leave this room soon. And I'm trying my best to make you feel better, but I'm no good at it to be honest." Josh admitted as his hands slide down Akira's arms until he was holding either of his hands.
"Sangre is a lot better than I am with relationship advice, but I'm trying. If you have anything on your mind I'll try to help. Promise." Josh kissed Akira's forehead and glanced at the door, before that he wondered about Lady, making sure she had food and water before they left the rooms and headed towards the kitchen, where Josh had hoped Sangre would be.
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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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