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“I can’t believe it.”
The fans are cheering so loudly it’s a wonder Sergio hears him. It’s the first time he sees Gerard get emotional and it’s not sadness that brings tears to Gerard’s eyes, it’s joy. Unbound joy of winning and hoisting the trophy over their heads.
“I can,” Sergio says. “And I could get used to it.”
Gerard turns to him, eyes glistering wetly, the stupid grin so wide it’s threatening to split his face in two. “Yeah,” Gerard chokes out. “Our new routine.”
Maybe he’s been too quick to judge Gerard. In their hearts, they’re the same.