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23rd Hour

Ever's voice had him looking up, tone alone drawing an easy smile out of him before that hand was offered to him. He took it, thought about pulling the taller man down onto his lap, but instead let himself be tugged onto his feet. Unthinkingly the other hand came up in a smooth glide against a pale cheek, and he leaned in, catching pale lips. A lingering kiss, because he could, and because he wanted to, but it was just a kiss. Soft even.

Then he grinned, patting Ever's cheek. "Mmhmm."

The strap of his bag came up over his shoulder, and he hooked fingers into the plastic handles of one of the bags, gesturing with it towards the door.

Food truck row

He took one, rumbling a thanks, and bit into it. "There was this place down in Tampa that has really good grilled zucinni." This wasn't bad either, though vaguely enexpected from a food truck.

Finishing the stick, he held his sandwich up, offering. "Want a bite? It's pretty damn good?" Denver had certainly not been disappointing on the food front.

Or at all.

23rd Hour

Let Zeke have all the quiet regret: Ever, in contrast, seemed almost cheery to be heading back toward what had become their 'normal' life. He'd get the doors, humming completely off-key as they went. Goodies tucked under his arms, and Ezekiel in his wake. Vacations had their time, but in a way, he preferred the more-or-less routine of Deus.

The memory of that morning's hangover made him miss it that much more.