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“It’s okay We’ll find them” Max sounded coh he had no way of knowing if it was true

Jereers closed around the hard leather case, and he pulled it out with a triuh He quickly opened the case, hinges creaking, and put on the wire-fralasses

His prescription had gotten worse, so the periodic table poster he’d tacked up over his bed was a little fuzzy But old lenses were still a heck of a lot better than nothing He looked behind him at Max

Holy Crap

Max’s short, dark brown hair avy and a little longer on top, ’s bed He had rich brown eyes, full reddish lips, and a strong and stubbly jaith a little cleft in the chin that Jeremy wanted to lick

He’d taken off leather ankle boots and left the on the doorknob There was a hole in the big toe of his red sock, and jeans clung to his ’s bed, leaning back against the wall The forest green of his thin sweater outlined trim arms and a narroaist

Max waved “You can see me now?”

Could he ever “Yep!” Jere the burst of attraction before he hu to do now? Max looked like he was staying for a bit—right, waiting out the weather

Jereed off his raincoat His jeans were uncomfortably dauy he’d just uy in question was all sprawled and threatening to make hi them with a wet slap by his shoes

“Do you want a drink?” Jereht it and said Jere as there was always enough room for a six-pack

“Sure”

Jerelasses on his nose It felt strangely fa on old clothes that didn’t quite fit “There’s water and Moosehead and…milk”

Max laughed “Hey, calciuht? But I’ll take a beer”

When Jereave a bottle to Max and kept one for hi’s stash He walked gingerly to his own bed and perched on the side His pasty feet were bare, and he scrunched the thin rug with his toes