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[deadboywalking]

[Will catches the smile, returns it with a faint one of his own and lets his hand walk over to touch the back of Mike's, lightly, knuckles to knuckles.] If you were, I'd be too, remember?

[Crazy together, that's the promise. Then and now and always.] So I probably wouldn't know.

[micycle]

[Mike presses his knuckles back, like the world's slowest fist-bump, and lifts up the corner of his mouth.]

Maybe we're hallucinating each other.

[That... makes no sense, but he's barely slept in like a week. Cut him some slack.]