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Wes let his hand linger for a moment, not sure how the young man would react. It felt like a lifetime ago since he’d spoken to the blond, let alone comforted him. It was almost like he was a stranger now, and that hurt the doctor more than he could admit. He eventually pulled his hand back. “It’ll be okay, Aaron.”
“You can’t promise that.” The cynicism had returned, like a birthed flame. “When has anything been okay? I got out. I was FREE from this, and look where I’m now. Thirty years don’t make up for the fact that, for the first twenty of my life, everyone I’ve ever cared about were either viciously murdered, or...” His jaw clenched. “You know.” A word didn’t come, because the relationship between him and Wes wasn’t that simple. It never could be again.












