[ once the tea is done, he plucks it out of micro's hands and sets it aside. his heartbeat quickens when the man's face presses against his shoulder and his hand comes up, rubbing a gentle circle against micro's upper arm. the single word causes his throat to tighten too, it's nothing he'd ever hesitate to do for david. it doesn't amount to anywhere near enough by his estimation. but his steadfast presence speaks volumes louder than any words he could say (or tap.) ]
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