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he held her closer and grinned into her golden hair as she turned her head. he knew she’d react that way.[break][break]

”no you’re not,” he smirked at her sorry, but didn’t chase her off from leaving marks as he once might have – and surely would have still if she had been anyone else in the world. instead, he craned his neck, offering all that she sought from him.[break][break]

it was incredible, how he could simply travel back in time like this. love was a portal, and he knew what always happened next.[break][break]

his fingers found the edges of her shirt, pulling it at a questioning pace, but feeling everything in the universe telling him that the moment was right. the loneliness was over.[break][break]

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bo observed. his stomach growled. there was an increasingly offended look creeping onto his face.[break][break]

”dude–” he piped up, the strong tone in his voice as though he’d finally found something meaningful to chime in with, before he bit his tongue. if ollie didn’t want people to know, then that was his deal. whatever.[break][break]

unblinkingly, he stared at ollie, as though he might just walk over and slap him, before asking, ”would you like some pancakes?”[break][break]

bo didn’t know how to make pancakes, but he did know that the longer this went on, the less likely it was that there would be time for willow to make them – and if he learned how to do it himself now, it would give him an excuse to escape whatever this was turning into.[break][break]

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”glad to help.”[break][break]

grass and weeds crunched beneath his boots, some burnt from the long summer, turned a muted gold.[break][break]

”just working on the farm, mainly,” he replied to greyson’s question. “but i’ve been thinkin’ about goin’ back at some point. lars was pretty cool about everything, after that interview my brother did.”[break][break]

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he slid over the energy drink, happy to have it disposed of before roman could make a terrible mistake that he wouldn’t want to be around for.[break][break]

”yeah, no kidding. maybe will got it for him, i dunno.”[break][break]

he was back in the fridge, pulling things out for lunch. lettuce, tomato, swiss cheese, smoked lechonk…[break][break]

”sandwich?”[break][break]

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he was different, but still the same in the energy behind every movement and brush of lips and skin, as enamored with her as he ever had been before. he fell into a timelessly familiar dance, lowering to the cool grass and the smell of earth, and her embrace.[break][break]

he pulled her to him, into his lap if she allowed, meeting every hint of wanting in her wandering hands with the warm need to give.[break][break]

fingers curled at the curve of her hips, his mouth drifting down the plane of her jaw to tickle behind her ear with a smile and tell her again, like he used to, ”you’re so beautiful.”[break][break]

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bo blinked. on one hand, he felt sympathetic, remembering when he’d been so confused. it felt suddenly weird that it had been the crumbling man in front of him to help confirm it once and for all: he was bisexual.[break][break]

all that clarity, thanks to one summer night that ollie either didn’t remember, or was in denial of ever having happened in the first place.[break][break]

he recalled being really drunk himself. he wasn’t sure what to make of it.[break][break]

”huh.”[break][break]

his brow furrowed a little, waiting for further explanation for the distress and shouting at the door in morning hours.[break][break]

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his eye twitched as a beam of sunlight sniped him through the window. he waited for the horrifying explanation ollie was about to share with them, and what fell out of the blushing man’s mouth elicited a slow, groggy blink, an accepting nod that this was how his morning was going to go before chores, and a turn in the direction of the kitchen. ”i’ll be right back.”[break][break]

there was the sound of three mugs taken out of a cabinet, something clattering (but not breaking), an incoherent grumble, and soon enough the smell of freshly brewed coffee would be wafting.[break][break]

making his way back, he propped himself against the wall with his arms crossed, made himself stable enough to fall back asleep that way, and watched wearily for further explanation. ”okay.” maybe it meant i'm ready for storytime.[break][break]

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food and eggnog were found, ranger npc’s were caught up with, and eventually bo found himself able to pull away and back to willow atkins. he did not immediately realize she was already three ciders deep.[break][break]

”barf?” he followed her stare to PENELOPE LIVY and ollie morales . ”oh.”[break][break]

though he wasn’t a fan either, he quickly thought of the strikes his family already had: his fight at the last holiday function. her throwing champagne. their son stabbing someone at the soiree. his brother ratting on all of them for their criminal livelihoods.[break][break]

his brother ratting to penelope, to be precise.[break][break]

”i support you,” he decided. ”just say the word and i’ll prepare the getaway.”[break][break]

his eyes already on them all, he caught every moment of the sudden, passionate kiss bestowed upon GIDEON GRAVES by ollie morales , who had previously looked about as pained as bo had ever seen him. sort of a jarring turn of events.[break][break]

”huh. looks like ollie’s got it figured out now. good for him.”

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