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Gabriel was right behind him, Michael’s sure. He turns to spot his brother sitting on a bench, eyes squeezed shut.
“It’s the humidity,” Gabriel grumbles as Michael sits beside xem, “or... Or something.” Xe exhales noisily. Michael puts a hand on xyr knee, and Gabriel hisses in pain. “Fuck, stop that!”
“Sorry,” Michael says. Gabriel leans into him slowly.
“Not your fault I didn’t put my bones together right.” Xe shifts xyr legs and grimaces. “Think you could carry me home?”
“Probably.” Michael has been working out with Raphael...
“I was joking,” Gabriel says. “I’m definitely getting a cane, though.”