"Yeah," I whisper, voice hoarse and pitched low, afraid to shatter the calm we've found here in the dark. I wipe my hand across my eyes again, spreading moisture, and I'm gonna be crusty and gross come morning, but I don't really care.
I can feel him breathing, feel the expand and contract of his ribs, and it's just about more than I can bear.
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I can feel him breathing, feel the expand and contract of his ribs, and it's just about more than I can bear.