[ The little bump of his head brought a sigh from TJ, a degree of relief. His brows furrow and he breathes in deeply. The scent brings back memories of that first night they went out, when TJ got them kicked out of the bar and they still went for ice cream after. Somewhere along the line, he made a good impression on Clark.
But this was too real to be some grief-induced dream. Enough people came and went from his apartment in the interim for TJ to recognize the real weight of Clark’s touch, the real scent of him. ]
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But this was too real to be some grief-induced dream. Enough people came and went from his apartment in the interim for TJ to recognize the real weight of Clark’s touch, the real scent of him. ]
I believe you.