oh
The thought of Brian laying on Justin's grave, to a too bright sun and a hangover.

This is so achingly beautiful. Little detaisl he would share with Justin, each one precious.

He stops visiting by accident: bridge conditions, the reflexes of a middle-aged man.

As the river pours in, Brian thinks, perhaps now, they’ll be close enough to whisper..and maybe touch.

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and maybe touch.

Maybe.

Thank you, Fire!

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