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helen of troy. ([personal profile] divorcing) wrote in [personal profile] followups 2025-01-08 04:07 am (UTC)

A grocery store 2-in-1 has never touched Louis' skin.

There is some practical distance. Louis beginning the routine of washing his hair, working product into a lather as Daniel speaks and letting the suds run down his neck and shoulders.

"Were they convinced?" Louis asks, diverting to the Russians rather than dwell on Beth McLean, whose finances Louis might ruin as petty little payback. "I remember your tolerance. They would have had to make a real investment in that goal."

Remembering San Francisco. Daniel, young and human and jubilant, downing anything put in front of him. He'd held it all so well that Louis had lost track as the night dragged on, kept sliding another and another and another into Daniel's hands. Endless. It had felt like the night would never end. That they could stay there together forever, floating in the close jubilation of confession, of Louis sharing the worst things and Daniel eager to hear more and more and more.

Louis shakes his head. Sprays suds and water everywhere, before he tips his head back into the spray, lets the water patter down over his face as he rinses away the shampoo.

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