[ He’s hallucinating, he has to be! TJ’s eyes wander over him, looking for some flaw, some evidence of a sick joke played by a mind finally shattered. Of course he can’t find anything. Once more his pulse speeds up, but this time it doesn’t slow. Fingers curl into the fabric of Clark’s shirt before TJ’s pulled close into that familiar (and reassuring) embrace.
He whines softly, then wraps his arms around Clark in turn, as if to never let him go again. ]
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He whines softly, then wraps his arms around Clark in turn, as if to never let him go again. ]
I went to your funeral…