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"Fuck, Will." It's nothing more than a whisper. Macklin closes the distance between them, crashing into Will's arms. He doesn't even try to stop the tears as he sobs against Will's shoulder. If it surprises Will, he doesn't show it.
"It's okay, I've got you." Will's fingers wrap around the damp strands at the back of Mack's head, his other hand on his back, pulling him in.
For a long while, they just stand there, clinging to each other in the middle of the hotel hallway.
OR
Will flies to Switzerland after Canada loses the bronze medal game.
