Part 5 of the BohnDuen A/B/O. Comes after All The Little Things chapter 12 "Can't I just sit with them a little while?" Duen asks. "Is that wrong? They don't have anyone, P'Thara." No one except each other, and right now they don't even have that for comfort, either. There are tears in his eyes, Duen realizes when his vision blurs, and he lifts a hand to scrub them away before they can fall. "I didn't touch them very much," he insists, because it dawns upon him that Thara probably thinks he's breaking some kind of code of ethics. "I know that I can't let them imprint on my scent. I know. But I couldn't . . ." They're alone. They're alone. And knowing that is its own kind of agony, clawing at his insides until he feels like it will tear him apart from the inside out. Thara sets a hand on his shoulder, a thumb rubbing across Duen's clavicle for a moment before he speaks. "I'm just worried that you're going to get your heart broken, nong," he whispers. Honestly, Duen thinks bleakly, he's terrified of that too. "I'll be careful," he promises, every syllable of it thick on his tongue with the weight of silver.
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