Fadel sighed as he thought about tomorrow. He knew the day would come but he had never thought it would be this soon. He caressed the gun in his hand, wondering if he would be able to pull it off. The risk was high but it was the only chance for him and Bison to gain the freedom that they yearned for. The only chance for him to truly be with Style.
The moment Style walked in, he saw how Fadel stared into nothing as he held the gun. He knew how much tomorrow weighed on him.
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Even the ever cheerful Bison looked tensed and forlorn.
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Fadel felt it when Style wrapped his arms around him from the back.
"Maa, gin khao gorn (come, let's eat first)" Fadel gave Style's hand a kiss before he stood up. Bison had followed them quietly to their makeshift dining table. Dinner was quiet that night, with tomorrow weighing in on all of them. Kant and Bison had excused themselves as they went off to the other end of their hideout after they helped cleaned the table out. All that was left were Fadel and Style. Fadel stood up with every intention calling it a night but his younger lover held onto his hand as if it was the most precious thing to him.
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If he were to ask Style, he would admit that yes, it was. It was the hands worth worshipping. It was this pair of hands that made the best burger in town. It was also the very same pair of hands that will bring Fadel back safely to him. It deserved every piece of love that he was giving it.
