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All is quiet in the house they’re staking out, and in the darkness of the car, Rico watches Sonny sleep, his fingers boldly straying to slip through the strands of hair that fall over his forehead, gently, barely there, even though he knows from experience that his partner won’t wake.
Sonny has a cop’s reflexes, instincts; if anyone tries to sneak up on them, he’ll be out of the car with gun trained before they get within three feet… yet he always knows when it’s Rico in his space, as if his body senses he’s safe even when his mind isn’t aware.
Rico knows he’s crossing a boundary, taking liberties he hasn’t the right to, and there will be hell to pay if Sonny finds out… but he also knows himself well enough to accept that he won’t stop, can’t stop, and if he never gets caught, it’s a secret he will take to his grave.
the end