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It was a question I wasn't entirely sure how to answer. If Kevin hadn't run away the way he did, I doubt I would be here. But I wanted to think of Gray as much more than a coincidence. With the way Infelt for him, how the stars seemed to always align in our favour, how we closed the gap between the hurt we were left with and the unfamiliarity, I wanted to think of him as more than just a coincidence borne of an unfortunate incident. I wanted to think of him as so much more. I leaned closer, my hand gently running across his cheek, meticulously avoiding his wounds. "Why? If Samantha was still in the picture, and I was here and all of these happened between us... would you still crave me, big boy?" His eyes darted between both of mine, and then down to my lips, before he slowly nodded.