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It had been what drove him to ending things in the beginning, him and Dheer and their different stances on what Noah needed from life - but at this point, theyâve reached something of a agreement - or rather, theyâve just stopped talking about it as much, over the years. So he just smiles at Dheers words, laughing softly for a moment. The kiss to the cheek brought a faint blush to his cheeks, and Noah, for a moment, had to blink at the easy affection given so thoughtlessly, each and every time he and Dheer met. âDunk tankâ Itâs his traditional first stop at the festival, every year - and he has to admit, the chance to be able to throw something is one he would welcome at the moment. It was almost like being a teenager again, the flush of nerves that rose in him.
Dheer just hoped Noah would realize this whole politician thing wasnât really what he wanted on his own at some point. It was probably obvious to everyone but him. As the other blushed, he chuckled and nuzzled his cheek with affection. Usually, it was Dheer who was shy but being with Noah was easy and familiar. âWho are you going to make cold and wet this time around? Thereâs that lifeguard dude. Whatâs his name...Lincoln?â That was one thing Dheer would never volunteer for. Being constantly dunked in water didnât sound pleasant to him. âAnd then...we can play games?â

















