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The green suited man pulled out a chair next to his friend. He sat down. Only a second later did Christian wrap his arms around Ohm, burying his head in the other's clothed chest. Ohm rubbed circles on Christain's back, softly telling him it was okay, he was okay. Christian simply shook his head, crying harder. Feeling the shaken-up and exposed grasp onto Ohm like his life depended on it sparked something in the younger man's chest. Desire. Of some sorts. A desire to make Christian feel better. // i thought it was funny to make a book.