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They meet across the threshold. A brush of fingers on the back of his hand.
Theo tucking his things back into his book bag.
Harry bounding in with his gaggle of friends.
A stuttering pause as he saw him, a redhead jostling him into his path.
"Careful there."
*
A crooked grin, kind and soft. Apologetic.
Another touch would break him
"Pardon me.
A catch of gazes. A nod, one and two.
The tension in a jaw turned away from him. He knew it but could not look.
Nose in your book, Theo. No saviour boy for you