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Julian fantasized about this many times before, with various loves.
Only one bed….what will happen?
In reality, it’s mostly just Will they hear me fart? Smell it? What if they snore? What if I snore?
Here, with Garak…sharing their tiny cot in the storage shed… He feels fragile as a porcelain doll. He’s afraid to touch him, lest all of this shatter.
Until he wakes up to find Garak against him, nuzzling his neck.
Julian smiles as he wraps an arm around Elim. Sometimes, dreams do come true, he thinks as he presses his lips to his crown.