He shoves Ray over and presses up against him and he still smells like soap and shampoo and shaving cream, so good, and he’s talking and talking but not making much sense, just saying “Ray,” and “god,” and “finally.”

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This is fabulous. I love the breakfast metaphor and the way you weave it all the way through. And oh, I'd missed these two! ♥