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“Is it real?”
Such a simple question that breaks Tom's heart. He approaches Greg, taking his head between his hands, far more gentle than he's ever shown the man, and presses a kiss to his forehead.
Greg's hands had raised, Tom wonders if he was reaching for him as well, but they stay idle between them.
Tom pulls back, Greg in his hands. His eyes are wide with fear-mixed-optimism. Tom pushes aside the affection he feels for this man, as he always does. Something to unpack later.
Tom pats his cheek and leaves, Greg standing in the destruction he created.