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“Then what the fuck is it?” Maverick was getting mad, his mood swings all over the place as he went from confused to anxious to angry within seconds. His worry for Henry was starting to turn into irritation, and he tensed when the other took his hands. He didn’t pull away, however, searching the detective’s face for some kind of answer, “What aren’t you telling me? You’re scaring me.”
Oh he had taken it too far… He hadn’t meant to, and he had not even imagined that Mav would draw the conclusion of him dying in cancer before the truth. But how do you tell your best friend that you’re in love with him? It had taken days before Henry even dared to call the other over, and now when Maverick stood right in front of him, the detective was acting like an idiot. “Okay.” He took a deep breath, meeting the other’s gaze. A pause followed wherein Henry tired to come up with a good way of confessing. No good way came to mind, so instead he sighed. “I have feelings for you, Maverick.”










