"Yeah," Jag confirmed, his cigarette butt already dead in his hand, before it joined Coby's in the ashtray. "You?" He felt better, for that moment spent just leaning against Coby, and now he moved away from him reluctantly, back into the room, to pull his boots off one by one.
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Date: 2018-03-09 08:39 pm (UTC)