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It’s become a habit, something that David just does unconsciously now. Patrick isn’t even sure he knows he’s doing it, the little touches, the tender caresses, the gentle fluttering of David’s long, beautiful fingers along the sleeve of Patrick’s shirt, across his shoulders, skittering at the nape of his neck.
Patrick is *very* aware of them, has been since those first cautious, exciting days when they were new and David was so uncertain, like he just had to touch Patrick to make sure he was really real. Patrick hadn’t understood then, the significance of these touches; he had thought they were just a quirk of David’s, something he did to everyone. But he soon came to realize that these gentle hands, these delicate fingers, were for him and him alone.