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Bam wakes up with the first rays of the sun illuminating the room. (Their room, once again.)
To his right - partially on top of him - Rak, snoring; to his left, Khun, wrapped into blankets.
Rak slides off as Bam sits up to look at the sunshine filtering in, seeming brighter and warmer than it has in years.
I made it back.
Next to him, Khun stirs and turns towards him, smiling sleepily.
"Morning, Bam."
The familiarity is overwhelming, and Bam swallows down the lump in his throat.
"Good morning, Khun."
Khun's answer is a smile softer than the early sunlight.