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"Nothing? You never look like that when it's nothing Akira." Josh muttered, although didn't persist too much. Instead he helped get the rest of his clothes on, slipping on his underwear and pants, making sure it was on him comfortably before picking him back up into his arms.
"Let's head to the kitchen. Have something to eat. How's that sound?" Josh mumbled against the side of Akira's head as he kissed his temple and headed towards the door.
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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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