In the washroom:
Justin looked uneasy.
Eric: "I want to see it… the scar." 😤
Justin: "Yeah… don't worry. It's just a small scar. Nothing serious." 😶
Eric carefully examined Justin's right thigh, noticing the deep mark from the accident years ago.
Eric: "It looks painful… did it hurt a lot back then?" 🥺
Justin smiled sadly, placing a hand over Eric's. "Not as much as I felt when I thought you were in danger… that was worse, darling."
They shared a quiet moment of understanding, a connection forming through care and concern rather than anything inappropriate.
A knock on the door interrupted them.
Thomas: "I know you guys are in here, but we're leaving soon. Can you hurry?" 😤
Eric: "We'll be out in a minute!"
Justin: "Okay… but remember, we have to get ready for Aunt Nattalie's wedding next week."
Eric nodded, still holding Justin's hand for reassurance. Together, they left the washroom, the air filled with mutual trust and concern, ready to face the upcoming celebrations as a team.
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