บท 118: Chapter 118

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In the aftermath, dozing, he recalled that they’d never quite finished Justin’s original question. Something about being human. Before the distractions of a new song, and ecstasy.

He looked at Justin. His wonderful other half was completely asleep, face squished into Kris’s chest, arm and leg flung over Kris as if never wanting to let go.

He’d ask in the morning. He could show Justin that he remembered, that he listened, that he wanted to know.

He did. He wanted to know everything. He wanted to be there for Justin, for everything. To be a good man, for the man he loved.

He kissed the top of Justin’s head, unafraid—the flames were only pleasantly warm and tickling, not scorching—and yawned, and fell asleep holding his demon close.

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