The man hesitated, then reached a hand out toward Declan. “Can I—I don’t know if I’ll see you again like this.” Declan didn’t draw back, and so the man stepped forward and put his arms around Declan’s neck. He hugged him, the simple, complete hug of a parent hugging a son, hand on the back of his neck, cheek rested against the back of his head.
THAT’S HOW DECLAN HUGS RONAN I AM SOBBING
