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“Now, what do we have here?” Jiaoqui pushed his face against the wall, wishing he could disappear into the corner.
“Go away, Moze,” he grumbled, doing his best to ignore the hands in his hair.
“I was looking for you.”
“You’re never looking for me.” There was a pause, and Moze huffed.
“I guess that’s true.”
“Just go away,” Jiaoqui said again. “And let me sulk in peace,” he went unsaid. It had been a day of feeling inadequate, and after he had spent all day being fine, he went in search of a quiet corner to recuperate in. Moze’s hand slipped down to his collar, toying with it. Jiaoqui squirmed. “Moze-” Moze tipped Jaioqui’s head back, kissing him.
Moze didn’t care about kissing, but he knew Jiaoqui liked it, so he must look really pathetic. His eyes burned with tears, and he tugged away. Jiaoqui rested his head against the wall.
“Please,” he whispered, wanting Moze to leave. But of course, he didn’t. He sat down with a heavy sigh, scooting close to Jiaoqui so that he was wedded between Moze’s chest and the wall. Moze stroked Jiaoqui’s tail before wrapping strong arms around Him.
That’s what broke him. He felt big, fat tears roll down his cheeks. A sob wedged itself in his throat, and Moze pressed his face to the back of Jiaoqui’s neck. “It’s okay. Let it all out. I’m right here.”