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"Do you think he will be okay?" Gray asked as the car backed out of the driveway. His eyes were looking past me to the house, and I smiled, my heart warm with just how much affection he was truly capable of. I reached my hand to his, pushing his fingers apart to cover the spaces between. His eyes slowly met mine, and I gave him a smile, my thumb running along the inside of his palm. "He will be fine," I said, my voice low. "He has a family now." Gray bit down on his lips, then slowly leaned back, his hand holding mine tight. He looked down to our hands for the longest time, his lips slightly parted, like he was seeing it for the first time. Like he was seeing the moon after watching the sun setting into a moonless night all his life. "I want this," he said, his voice as low as mine. "I