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“It’s okay don’t worry about being a little late you’re usually never late!” And “Don’t feel bad about asking for a ride it’s cool it’s good!”

   Hands. As soft as silk and white as a cloud, cup his cheeks. Smooth over rhe skin of his forehead; it's so warm, so welcoming. He can't help but be lulled into the cradle of these hands.

     Razors. Bladed sharp and cold as ice sear through his cheeks. Right down to his chest. He wants to scream, to run, to call out. But his stomach flips and his chest tightens. Everything grow numb, cold as stone in the tundra. This is...

   Gasp-- He's upright in an instant. Hands wander along his body, as if expecting to feel the fissures of a freshly opened wound. Nothing... Nothing... It was a dream.

     Kai takes a short glance around the space of his bedroom. It's two in the morning, he barely slept at all. His eyes fall on the silhouette of Thaddeus lying next to him. He watches Thaddeus' chest rise and fall, admiring his half covered form beneath the comforter. They had been drinking early in the day and passed out after drunk sex. Kai exhales slowly before lying back down by Thaddeus.