Dario Beck and Will stand shoulder to shoulder, one’s tattooed arm draped over the other’s neck as they lean into the sunlight, muscles flexing under the weight of each other’s touch. The darker-haired one presses his palm into the other’s shoulder, fingers splayed just enough to show the inked lines of his own back. No words, no hesitation, just the way their bodies align, one’s hand steady, the other’s posture relaxed into it.
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