If he's meant to die, then he can't decide if that's supposed to be happening now, and if it is, then he supposes he can die both happy and embarrassed.
Because he's trying to bring some drinks into the living room, but he can't stop staring. Christ on a motorcycle, he'd been intimate with the guy, and he's seen the scarring, but...
Phew.
Whatever the fuck had changed, either between them or for the Stampede himself, he was a lot more comfortable walking around shirtless. It's not the scarring - he knew about that a long time ago - it's...
Well, it'd been a while, and it was new, and-
He clears his throat, interrupting himself and getting the Stampede's attention, holding up shot glasses. "Booze?"
He's doing his fucking best here.
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