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A mangled twang of sound and a pained hiss had Duang jumping up in a flash, throwing his supplies down without thinking. Qin was hurt. Nothing else mattered.
The guitar string hung oddly, snapped. Qin’s hand was bleeding.
“Ter!” Duang gasped, grabbing the injured hand.
It must be painful! With a thought, Duang healed the cut. He would always heal his boyfriend. He’d never let Qin suffer – not illness, not injury, not heartbreak. Not with Duang at his side. His love would protect Qin!
“Your mind is so loud,” Qin complained, but his lips hid a smile.
Duang whined happily.