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And Evan had stayed, sipping his drink at the bar for over an hour more. Waiting and waiting and waiting until Garrett sidled up to him with a hand on his waist and a kiss Evan hadn't tasted in years.

It felt like coming home.

Which is why he's sitting in the bathtub at 2 AM letting the cold water soak into his clothes.

To temper the fire that had been in those hands. To erase the marks on his skin. To forget how they'd been through hell and back together, only to be thrown away... again.

"Be kind," he whispers, face crushed against his knees. "Be kind."

He lingers until his hands are numb and he can't feel his toes, fills Hastur's bowls and gives him a chin scratch—because his belovèd companion doesn't deserve the cruelty he saves for himself—and collapses across the bed, curling into the tightest ball he can manage.

"The morning will come again," he murmurs into the pillow—a reminder though there's no air left in his lungs. "Dawn anew."

He lies awake long enough to see pale light filter through the lace curtains.

the chivalrous knight questing endlessly— never the prize

along with an addition written in a different pen.

Still and all, regret not the noble quest.