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"Let me help you," Derek implored as he stood and walked over to Aaron. Grasping the older man by the shoulders, he stifled the urge to frown when the man flinched and tensed at his touch. Aaron tried to back away, but Derek was done with pretending that he could handle Aaron's refusal to let him touch him. He'd had enough.
"It's okay Aaron," he pulled the stiffening man into an embrace. "I've got you; you're safe now," he whispered into his ear, willing the man to believe his words.
"Breathe Aaron," he urged, inwardly cursing Foyet for doing this.