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David's hands linger as Patrick passes him lunch, skimming along Patrick's forearms and fluttering at his wrists. He meets Patrick's eyes with that crooked, slightly shame-filled smile — and if Patrick was ever annoyed, even for a second, it drains away into the shifting sands of their reconciliation.
David claimed he was waiting because Patrick kept sending him gifts, but Patrick thinks he understands the real reason.
"You're worth it," he mumbles, too quietly for David to hear.
David looks up from fiddling with his straw wrapper. "What did you say?"
Patrick says, "Nothing," but what he means is: Not yet.