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Chris gives a quiet nod, thumb pressing a slow, reassuring circle against the knotted muscles gathered there. He doesn’t rush him, and with only the slightest guidance, coaxes Leon across the room toward the well worn armchair that’s become his
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Leon can rail and chomp at the bit as much as he wants to; thereʼs no escaping facts. When Chris draws the line, thereʼs no crossing it.
Trying to never yields the gratifying friction that might be stoked from the embers of failed overtures. Thereʼs no goading him—
out of him. It wasn’t anything obvious——just the subtle curl of his shoulders, the way he folded inward, the silence that swallowed the room where his wit and sharp tongue usually inhabited the air. Those tells always gave him up.
“… c’mere. Settle in.”
He gestures at
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@DSOsSecretary I’ll make it up to you somehow. But truth is, I don’t think there’s a reward that comes close.
You were the sole lifeline when we were damn close to losing him… *𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.
@DSOsSecretary@liquorandsnark https://t.co/DgrNO2GXvl
Chreon has always been on my radar, but never like THIS
and to think i picked up Chris as a why not, we ball muse. Bones made this whole dynamic so dire…,,, 🫠