Gaz swallows thickly, nods reluctantly. “No,” he says. “I can’t.”
Price watches him, feeling helpless. Gaz, his Gaz, is usually so steady, and he doesn’t know what to do with this broken shell of him. He wants nothing more than to…
Price watches him, feeling helpless. Gaz, his Gaz, is usually so steady, and he doesn’t know what to do with this broken shell of him. He wants nothing more than to…
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“You’re my boss,” Gaz chuckles, but his voice is still shaky. “Or do you get paid for this?”
He bloody well should. “I’m here for you,” he says instead. “Will always be. Broken or not.”
Price squeezes him tighter, like that could keep him from shattering. He doesn’t reply, lets the gesture speak for itself,
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