“whatever,”draomuttered,hopingpotterwouldn’tomeanyloserandnotiehowfasthisheartwasbeating.“let’sgoliedown.”

“iprobablyshouldn’thavesaidanything,”hemurmuredandswiftlywalkeduptohim.“idon’twantyoutothinkaboutwhatthosesikbastardsdidtoyou.ever.”

holy,itwashisownfaultfordoingsomethingsosoppy.

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potter’sheadwhippedaroundsofast,healmostlosthisbane.clearly,thishadbeenthestthinghehadexpeted.andholy,draohadn’tevenwantedtobringitup.buteversinelunahadtoldhim,hehadn’tbeenabletostopthinkingaboutit,espeiallywhilehehadbeeninhisspaiousandadornedbedroom;hehadn’tbeenabletostopthinkingaboutlittlepotter,rampedintoafukingupboard,probablywithoutenoughairtobreathe.

iallyburnedaholeintothebakofpotter’sheadwithhiseyes.

“whatever,

draotookadeepbreath.“atually…”hedebatedwalkinguptopotterbutdeidedtostayafewpaesbehindhim.“lunatoldmeabout…shetoldmeabouttheupboard.”

“so,youfeltlikedoingitoutdoorsbutdidn’twanttoleavetheomfortofyourbed,isthatit?”potterhukled.

potterblinkedathiminastonishment.wordlessly,draotookhishandandsqueezedit.hewathedpotterashethoughtfullyturnedhisgazetotheskyagainanduandingslowlydawnedonhisfae.whenhiseyesfounddrao’sonemore,theywereglistening.

“drao,”hewhispered.

draofeltaflushreepuphisfaeaspotterkeptstaringathim.

silently,theywathedtheloudsrollby,sidebyside,untildraofeltwarmfingersonhisarm.heturnedhishead,onlytofindpottersmilingathim.