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Feinberg knew that laugh. It had been ten years since he last heard it, but he still remembered it like it was yesterday. His laughter was as alluring as ever, light and floaty and so beautiful.
Feinberg couldn’t help but draw closer, trying to pick him out in the crowd. The faces around him blurred together into one, but Feinberg kept on. Someone spilt a drink on him as he shoved past, the liquid soaked into his shirt and dripped down his leg. He pushed further in, the fast, thumping music matching the beat of his heart.
Then he saw him, and everything stopped.
“Couriway?” he gasped out the name, the syllables forming around his tongue for the first time in ten years.
Somehow, he heard him. He’d always had a sixth sense for matters involving Feinberg. It still worked, even after all this time.
Feinberg met Couriway’s brown, golden-flecked eyes in shock.
“Feinberg,” Couriway looked as surprised as he felt.
Feinberg broke free of the paralysis holding him and pulled closer. “What are you doing here? Why did you come back?”
Couriway uneasily shifted from one foot to another, glancing towards a nearby exit. “I wanted to see you.”
“It’s been ten years.”
Couriway stared at the ground. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“You’re such a bitch you know that.”
“Yeah. I am. I was a prick, I should have asked you, told you. There are so many things I would have done differently. I can’t now, but, I would like to try again?”
Feinberg surged towards Couriway, sending him toppling to the ground. Feinberg rested his head on Couriway's chest, breathing in his familiar smell. Couriway moved his hand to rest in his hair. “I fucking hate you.”
“I know. You should,” Couriway agreed readily.
“I don’t want to,” Feinberg’s expression crumpled. “I miss you, even after all this time and I hate myself for it. If you’d just asked I would have gone with you know? Why didn’t you ask?”
“I was scared you’d say no.”
“Why would I ever say no to you?”
Couriway went silent, and Feinberg took the opportunity to pull them off the disgustingly damp club floor. No one paid them any mind as they walked out, hand in hand once again.