and with that, sharkleberry is complete 🥰 there will be other works in this universe though!
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A week later and him and Bren are nestled deep inside a beautiful, almost gothic style brick building, the smell of old books filling up the corridor. All of the wares are piled on a seemingly never ending line of tables, leading patrons through the space like the whole thing was one part flea market one part guided tour.
They both go at their own pace, not requiring proximity in order for it to count at something couple-y. The fact that Bren reaches for him every time he happens to pass, brushes shoulders when he himself does the passing, its more than enough to remind Dennis who he came here with.
And who he's very happy he's leaving with.
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