Practical Ethics || Chapter Seventeen
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In which our story comes to its close.
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FOUR WEEKS LATER
“Is that the last of the boxes?”
Armand watches Daniel heft a box labeled ‘KITCHEN’ onto the counter. It’s probably a waste. Having seen Daniel’s cheap kitchenware—blender aside—Armand will likely just end up throwing it all out. He must admit that Daniel looks good with sweat dripping down his temples from the effort of carrying it up so many flights of stairs in the summer heat, though.
“Yeah, that’s everything,” he says. He pulls the edge of his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face and gives Armand an eyeful as he walks back over to the kitchen table where he’s left a box labeled ‘JOURNALISM SHIT.’
Armand comes up behind him as he opens the box and reveals a series of cameras and audio recording devices, which Daniel keeps in his arsenal as he pursues a story. He wraps his arms around Daniel’s middle and pulls him back to lean against his chest.
“Where do you think I should put all this?” Daniel asks him, taking out an odd-looking device Armand has never seen before and turning it over in his hands.
“This is your home, Daniel,” Armand tells him, nuzzling into the side of his neck where he can feel his pulse beating against the surface of his skin. He can taste salt as he presses an open-mouthed kiss there and revels in how flushed and warm he feels against his lips. “Put it wherever you like.”
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