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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
No I won’t fill your mind With broken promises and wasted time And if you fall, you’ll always land right in these arms These arms of mine
“No. He got here when I was in a meeting.” Patrick sighs, turning back to his Facebook conversation with Dom, something about Lynn and the restaurant business.
“So you didn’t hear about Jon then.” Owen pulls out his headphones, sticking one in his ear.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed Some say love, it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleed"
He decides to take the risk because he really wants a coke and slips away from his desk. He just reaching for the fridge handle when he feels arms come up around his side and pin him back against the fridge.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” Kevin breathes, letting his hands trail down Patrick’s sides.
