[It's a familiar touch, not only because David was the last person to hold him like that. He presses his face to David's neck, taking a deep and shuddering breath, before he reluctantly starts to peel himself away.
His eyes are wet.]
Okay. I'm- good. Just couldn't do that in the pub.
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His eyes are wet.]
Okay. I'm- good. Just couldn't do that in the pub.