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Looking down at the papers, Josh felt his body ease almost instantly when he heard Akira's voice. It was something he missed so, so much, and the moment he heard his name slip past those perfect lips of his, it was as though a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.
Josh smiled lightly, even as he heard Akira apologize for the mess. A low chuckle resonated from the older males chest, his arms wrapping a little tighter around his boyfriend, keeping him down on the bed. "No, please. Show me what you've been drawing. I'd love to see what you've been up to." Josh said in a low voice as his eyes stayed glued to the paper.
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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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