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Richard watched Thomas fiddle with the buttons and knobs on their new radio, listening to the rise and fall of static and unfamiliar voices as he changed the channel.
At last, the noise faded into the jazz they’d been seeking.
Thomas looked up with a triumphant laugh. Richard rewarded his efforts with a kiss.
“You, Thomas, are a technological genius.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that.”
Richard hummed.
“Care to dance?”
“I’d be delighted.”
Richard stepped back, bowing theatrically before extending his hand.
“Show-off,” Thomas scoffed as he took it, but smiled and contentedly nestled against Richard as they swayed.