9:06h.

Max stood, hesitant as if any movement would send his elfish form skittering away into the ashen rain. His light touch pulsed against Kenji's leg, trembling and burning his palm with each heartbeat. He had showered and changed from the outfit of the prior night's disaster. He had shed his boxers for dark, loose jeans, and a thin black shirt, burnt and ripped in escape from the burning black snow.

Kenji's breath shuddering in faltering waves, as if disbelieving the presence before him. He lifted a hand, relaxing, and leaned forward, kneeling up to bring his gaze level with the burning emerald eyes of his now-beloved friend.

In a gesture so familiar, yet more tenderly aching for the emotion now conveyed, Kenji reached forward slim, cool fingers quivering in anticipation of soft, flushed skin beneath his hand. The heated blush rose darker upon Max's face as the adoring wonder in his friend's visage, and the gentle touch to his cheek.

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