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His hands are already grasping the man’s (filthy, disheveled) shirt before he knows what he's doing.
Darius lets go, feeling his face flush, and Alador Blight gives him a curious look.
Titan, no. Not again. He’s a hack.
Brilliant, his brain supplies.
A slob.
Preoccupied with his groundbreaking work.
Married.
Divorced. For years now.
A father.
Hunter's never said the word, and Darius isn't his only parental figure, but he can't deny being in the mix.
Fuck.
Exactly.
Darius swallows hard, and can no longer deny his (mostly) dormant high school crush has returned in full force.
Thirty years later.