giftedthom | (no subject)

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The weather's getting better, you know? Thom sits by the shore of the lake, barefoot, looking thoughtful. No telling how long he's been out here.

Santino's fingers holding Thom's clothes, standing and pulling Thom into what was too rough to be a kiss.

"Let's head in."

"Okay," Thom says again, and, breathing just a little faster, he lets Santino tow him away.