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Paul closed his eyes and sighed. Another depressing day was over, and who knew how many remained. The band’s days were obviously numbered; Paul would just make the most of what was left.
But god, it was hard.
He stood to leave the studio—then stiffened when he saw George. George’s eyes were cold, and Paul braced himself for another outburst.
Until George’s gaze softened. And he wrapped his arms around Paul.
Paul froze as George held him, not letting him slip away. As George’s arms started shaking, Paul finally returned the hug.
He wouldn’t let George slip away either.