[julian doesn't hesitate to put his hand in chris's. the anger is burning out of him, the brilliant flare reducing to a dimly glowing ember, to be fanned back into life when it was called for.
but it's not for chris. or jim. whatever he's calling himself, whoever he is. it's solely for marcus.]
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but it's not for chris. or jim. whatever he's calling himself, whoever he is. it's solely for marcus.]
I'll stay. I'm not going to leave you.