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"I see my parents. They're smiling back at me." Bam turns to his side. Where Khun always is. "What do you see, Khun?"
"Nothing much," Khun shrugs but the grin on his face is achingly soft. It remains as he looks long and hard at the magical mirror. The grin Bam thought was reserved only for him.
Curiosity fills Bam. And maybe after a while his smile slips a little.
"If it's nothing much then it's fine to tell me right?"
Khun chuckles offhandedly before turning to him. "It's just someone holding my hand. Let's head back. It's late."
He walks to the door without another word. And Bam is left frowning at his own hand. There's an ache in his chest.
Who is it? Why won't Khun tell him? Why couldn't it be him? His silly head starts listing off all the people Khun could possibly know.
"Bam, are you coming?"
"Yes!" He trots towards the door.
Khun notices Bam staring intently towards Khun's side.
"Bam?"
Bam's eyes follow Khun's hand as it waves in front of him.
"Are you okay?" Concern starts to slip into Khun's tone and his hand stills in the air between them.
And like bewitched, Bam's hand rises to meet his. Finger tip to finger tip. Then, palm to palm.
Concern turns to puzzlement. And Khun is grateful that Bam is too focused on his hand to notice his fast creeping blush.
"Bam?" Or the slight tremor to his voice.
Warm fingers tangle with his and Bam is tugging him out the door.
"Yeah, it's late." Bam smiles.