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Harvey sighed as he watched Shane pop open a Joja Cola. "Dear, those aren't good for you."
The other laughed. "I know."
Harvey sat next to him. "Why do you drink them? I know it's not just because they taste good."
Shane set the can down. "You caught me. They're a coping mechanism. They're always there, no matter what."
The doctor nuzzled against him. "Shane, I'm here for you. Please, try to rely on me."
He received a laugh. "I'll try, no promises, but I'll try harder 'cause you asked."