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It's a cruelty, sometimes, that Qifrey loves Olruggio this intensely.
Olruggio catches his gaze over the wine glass, a first flush as requested, and he smiles, broad and sweet. "Stop thinking so hard, Qifrey, our first quiet night in weeks."
They both tap their knuckles against the table before they dissolve into gentle laughter. Qifrey drops onto the sofa next to Olly, drawing Olruggio's hand and glass close enough that he can steal a mouthful.
"Get off," Olly snarls without moving.
Qifrey smiles, swallows the sweet wine without tasting it. Their eventual parting will hurt all the more for it.