There had been so many times in their childhood when he had wanted to do this. When his palms had practically stung in his craving for touch while knowing he had to rein back, knowing he couldn’t risk crossing the line. Instead of stealing a kiss, he had gotten by with playful punching. Instead of touching Benedikt’s hair when it shone painfully bright under the morning sun, he had leaped at his best friend, demanding to be carried on his back. Marshall Seo had grown up playing himself off as a joke; it was always easier to pretend that he didn’t really mean something, to shrug a matter off
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LINDOS 😭😭😭
