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"Thank you, Blanc…" he croaks. Blanc seems momentarily struck by whatever it is he sees in Jud's eyes, but less than a second later, he's schooled his features again. Calm. Collected. Fond. "Good," he says. Jud gets the impression that Blanc had expected more of an argument. But what argument does Jud have left to give? Tomorrow, he's sure they'll find him—embarrassment, shame, and guilt, all running roughshod over him once again without Blanc there to make them seem comically trivial. But right now? It's all been washed away.

Psalms 51:7-15 by (me!) killerqueer

fingers in his mouth (good) friday

Hawkeye’s voice came out low. “Do you feel safe here?” He turned the thought over in his head. “Well… we could get shelled at any minute. We’d be absolutely defenseless if an enemy patrol finds us. And if anyone from camp were to see us, a dishonorable discharge might be the least of our problems.” “But other than that?” He looked at Hawkeye, the rascal, and felt a little smile growing on his face. “Yes, I feel safe with you, Hawkeye.”

— Heat Wave by @tommixpocketknife