Looking into Gara's clear eyes as they slowly blurred with tears, Fian knew he was thinking about Madha again.
Gara considered them family. And Fian couldn't help but wonder, if he were the one to leave, would Gara be this sad too?
But Fian didn't want Gara to be sad. Especially not because of him. He wanted to stay by Gara's side forever.
This family, tied not by the same surname but by something far stronger, was his true family. The one that had taught him what family truly meant.
By reflex, Fian pulled Gara into his arms. He had often seen Madha comfort Gara this way.
Now that Madha wasn't here, he hoped Gara wouldn't feel as lonely, even if the one holding him wasn't Madha.
Gara was startled. Very startled.
He knew Fian liked him, but Fian had always been passive. Gara had assumed he simply didn't like being touched.
Hearing Fian's heartbeat pounding rapidly against his ear, the heaviness in Gara's chest slowly faded.
