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[He clings harder, sinking into the warm strength of Cy's chest, rubbing his head against those fingers where they stroke through hair.]

How do we know that? I could wake up tomorrow and you'll be... gone.

[Another sharp inhalation, like he just can't — get enough air into his lungs.]

I had a nightmare.

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