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Rip and Kayce keep their tents 8 feet apart cause they're not gay.
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He fishes it out from under his discarded coat and sure enough black screen and 0% battery. Only it’s not gravity, liked dark liquor, the stuff that burned its way down and left your mouth tasting like charcoal. Kayce stole a bottle out of his truck once, choked it down just to taste him on the lip of the bottle. Her narrow, hazel eyes watching him like a hawk at family gatherings as his own followed Rip who would find a dark corner to slink into and sip at whatever nameless, expensive drink being was served. Beth wasn’t a fawning damsel by any means, and she played Rip like a fiddle but there was genuine affection there. Maybe affection she wouldn't let herself feel, wouldn't risk. Now he can share a flask, now he can swallow down the sharp heat of whiskey without choking. Let its molten warmth heat his cheeks and leak that heat down his throat, spread out under the open collar of his shirt. Kayce's got those dark eyes, sad but determined. The sweep of his blonde hair tucked neatly behind his ears. His beard grown out on his chin and cheeks - he's a man now. Not a kid a year or two below Rip, soft handed and the kind of smile that you had when you didn't know loss. He wasn't like that now, his hands had calluses, and he had that haunted look that only men who'd seen death up close and personal came back with.