The sight of him was still odd to Lincoln, the person that kissed Basil was no where near the person he was today, the person who kissed a boy for the first time in his best friends basement. Lincoln almost didnt recognize himself juxtaposed next to the boy that knew Basil, the skeleton of the person he is always evident but hidden under a lot more. He walked up to him nonchalantly, taking full advantage of his back being turned for some reason or other that didnt bother Lincoln. “find anywhere interesting to show me?” he quipped
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