10.
An eerie silence had settled on the hallway outside the infirmary. No sound came through the doors, but it seemed as if everyone was straining to hear anyway. Jubilee sat with a horrified expression on her face. Storm stood next to the doorway looking introspective, tapping a long finger on her shoulder. Rogue and Gambit sat on the floor holding each other. Wolverine paced, looking angry.
Cyclops sat on the floor. He had Bobby's note. He'd always noticed that Bobby had a few gay tendencies, but had never really put the pieces together. He was pretty dumb in that area. Was I responsible? Scott asked himself. It was after all, his team. He was in charge, which meant he insured the unit was functioning properly. How could he have missed this? Once again, he figured out what was going on, and once again, it was after the fact. He'd known Bobby really wasn't acting like himself the past few weeks. He'd been spending a lot of time with the two new mutants. Raien and Chimera. Scott didn't know what he thought about those two. They seemed to be nice enough people, but they slept together. And they made no effort to hide that fact. It disgusted him. 'And where are they now?' Scott wondered.
It seemed like all of Bobby's friends were here except the pair. Scott huffed and folded the suicide note in half, placing it in his pocket. Right on cue, he heard clacking coming around the corner.
"What happened!?" Raien asked gently. He and Chimera had confused and worried looks on their faces. They knew most of the people here at least in passing. It took a moment before someone responded.
"Bobby..." Jubilee began, her eyes tearing up. "He... He tried to kill himself." Raien's eyes went wide, and Chimera gasped.
"But He... No. We talked with him yesterday!" Raien tried to explain, as if it was impossible that such a thing could have happened.
Scott stood, his hands in fists. He took the note out of his pocket and thrust it at Raien. Lucky for him, he couldn't feel the ice behind Scott's ruby glasses. Raien slowly took the note. He read it silently.
"I... I didn't know..." Raien said, sounding withdrawn. He thought Bobby might have been gay because of all the questions he was asking about him and Chimera's relationship, but that wasn't always an indicator. They'd only recently found out they weren't straight. Raien thought about what it would have been like if he were to discover that about himself without having someone he loved to go through it with. He empathized with Bobby. When he'd first discovered he was a mutant, he'd actually tried to kill himself as well. It was not something he was proud of. He'd jumped from a bridge back home. At the last second, just before he hit the river below, he lost the nerve and his power saved him. Bobby didn't have that luxury.
Scott was fuming. "This..." he started "This is your-" He was cut off by Chimera stepping forward suddenly and picking him up off the floor with one meaty arm. Chimera slammed him against the wall, a snarl on his face.
"You shut your mouth. I've seen the way you look at Raien and me." Chimera's eyes glittered with malice, so against his very nature. Scott was in shock. He reached toward his glasses. "Try it!" Chimera growled, tightening his grip. "Its people like you that made Bobby do what he did. Hypocritical ass-holes like you. You're a mutant! You know what he's going through better than any Human can. And yet you turn your nose up. You make me sick." Chimera flung Scott to the floor. Scott looked around expecting help. No one offered anything. Jubilee looked like she wanted to smile. Wolverine had a thoughtful look on his face. Storm looked like she was about to step in. Both Rogue and Gambit nodded to Chimera.
He stepped back behind Raien. Scott rose, brushed himself off, and stalked off down the hallway. Chimera's eyes followed him until he'd rounded a corner.
"Ah couldn'ta said it better mahself." Rogue said. "That man's been bothering me for years. Ah'm glad someone had the gall to put him in his place."
"You... You all know about us?" Raien asked slowly.
Jubilee looked up, a knowing look on her face, almost made comical by her age. "Sure do. I think you two are really brave. Especially you, Chimera." Chimera blushed, which was somehow apparent even through the fur on his face.
Suddenly Wolverine stopped pacing, and Chimera's head jerked to the side, both his and Logan's ears twitching. Wolverine looked as if he'd just been punched. Chimera looked like he was going to be sick.
"No..." Storm said looking between the two men. Time froze for everyone in the hallway. No one wanted to believe what the two men's facial expressions told them was going on in the room. Chimera and Logan were the only two who could possibly hear through the door. Jubilee started to cry. Chimera bent down and picked her up into his strong arms and told her it was going to be okay. She cried into his shoulder.
Logan's knees seemed to buckle, and he found himself sitting on his ass. He could hear the tone of the heart monitor. It was solid. Bobby's heart had stopped. He'd always liked that kid. Been a little uncomfortable at the crush Bobby'd had on him, but got used to it. Real potential, that boy had. Everyone knew it. He was the only student who had never missed one of his Karate Classes. Logan wanted to hit something. He wanted to tear something down. He stood up, making a fist. He was about to slam it into the wall when the tone skipped. Then it fell back into a rhythm. His eyes widened and he smiled. Chimera gasped again, and Jubilee stopped crying.
Suddenly Jean came through the door, blocking the path of anyone who tried to enter. "Bobby is going to make it." She said happily. Everyone sighed, and it seemed as though a thousand pounds had lifted off of everyone's shoulders. "Where's Scott?" Jean asked, puzzled at why the infamous team leader was not present.
"Ah think he went to do some thinkin'" Rogue said, smiling. "Ah think you need to have a talk with yer man, Hun... He woulda said something awful if a certain sexy lion hadn't taught 'im a lesson in bigotry."
Jean's eyes narrowed. "I think I will... But the important thing is that Bobby is alright. I want to say right now that none of you are to blame." she said. Raien was looking at the floor.
"Ah think she's talkin' to ya, Blue-eyes... Scott can be a real jackass sometimes. Don't take much of what he says to heart." Rogue said warmly. Raien met her gaze and inclined his head. He knew it wasn't his fault, but the thought had lurked in the back of his head, made stronger by what Scott suggested earlier.
*******
Emma woke slowly to silence. Nothing around her made any sound. Her head felt as though it could split in two. She sat up, then stood on wobbly legs. She felt drained. The inhibitor collar still fastened around her neck. A mere annoyance. Since the first time she'd been allowed to have it off, she'd implanted a sort of mental program into the head guard's subconscious. A catch phrase was all she had to say and he would do anything she asked. First, she'd had him render the collar inoperable, yet still appear to be working. Then she'd had him do several things around the sanctuary for her. That time was at an end though. She suddenly realized that she was surrounded by bodies. Their faces twisted and frozen in terror.
Emma realized that the silence was not just silence. Something was gone from the world. She felt alone. Vulnerable. She had to get out of that room. She ran out the door only to find more bodies the same as the ones inside. Emma screamed as she turned and fled down the hallway. She rounded the corner only to find more. Three men in FoH uniforms and one woman, a greenish hue to her skin, and a collar around her neck had died where they stood. They looked up at her through glassy eyes which seemed to burn into her own. Her head throbbed, nearly knocking her over. She wondered what had happened for a moment, then memories came crashing in.
She was responsible for all of this. She needed fresh air. Now. Emma ran for one of the doors which lead to a courtyard. Corridors passed by as she ran, tears blurring her vision. She burst through the door suddenly expecting fresh air, but the stench of death was all that filled her lungs. Dozens of bodies all around her. She screamed. She couldn't get away. Bodies. All around. Her fault. She could hear Elisha's disappointed crying in the back of her head.
Emma ran from the place screaming and crying hysterically. The eyes of those bodies burned into the back of her head as if all of them were staring at her. She ran, but she knew she'd never escape them. Ever.
*******
"Dr. McCoy?" Jubilee asked, waking Hank. He sat up suddenly, and she gasped when he opened his eyes. They were glowing yellow.
"Jubilee. I'm sorry, I must have dozed off. How can I help you?" he said as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
"Your eyes..." she said taking a step back.
"Glowing? Yes, that would make perfect sense." He smiled in a way that Jubilee had never seen before. Usually Hank was so reserved, hardly making eye contact, even when he was talking to you. Now he just stared at his hands, flexing them, then stood.
"Are you alright?" she asked
Hank laughed, a low rumbling sound. "Never felt better. What can I help you with?"
"I... Uh... I just like wanted to know how Bobby was doing."
Hank's face took a concerned tone to it, and he checked over the monitor again. "Bobby has stabilized. He's still asleep, but he should be back on his feet in a few days. The blood that Chimera gave earlier was instrumental in saving him. I must remember to thank him."
"Uh... That's good to hear. You sure you're alright though?" Jubilee was looking for an excuse to leave without sounding rude or hurting anyone's feelings. Hank just smiled at her and nodded slowly. She finally heard the door hiss open behind her and ducked out quickly. She had to find Jean. Something just wasn't right here.
*******
Hank returned to his patient. His hands trembled as he touched Bobby's shoulder. For part of him, it was the first time he'd laid his hands on him. His body pulsed with new emotions, new sensations, and fewer inhibitions. He hadn't thought about what he was doing at the time, but in helping the beast, in realizing that he was only half a man without that part of himself, he had merged with it. It was the best thing he'd ever done.
"I'm sorry I didn't realize sooner, my friend." Hank whispered.
Bobby's eyes slowly cracked open. "Hank?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Hank's heart nearly leapt through his chest. "I'm here." he said simply. A tear fell from the side of Bobby's face.
"I'm sorry." he said in a shaky whisper "I'm so sorry, Hank."
Hank put a finger to Bobby's lips. "Shhh. It is I who am sorry."
Bobby's face became mildly confused.
"Your vitals are stabilizing. All you need now is a few days of rest. I think your quarters might be a better place for that. May I take you there?" he asked slowly.
"I'd like that." Bobby said, sounding a little bit stronger.
Hank smiled, removed the IV and monitoring equipment, then gently picked him up, carrying him in front of him easily. Bobby loved the feeling. Being held this way carried something primal with it. He felt so safe within those arms. It was worth going back to his depressing room just for the trip there. He lay his head on Hank's shoulder. He wished this could be something permanent, but he knew Hank wasn't like that. All the poetry over his lost love, Trish confirmed that. Bobby started to feel the depression come back, sinking its claws into him again. He tried to just enjoy the warmth of Hank's embrace while he had it.
Bobby realized he loved him, but it really didn't come as a shock. He'd known it forever, just never really realized it. Who could help themselves? Hank was perfect. He was so caring, so tolerant, and damn cute too. Bobby smiled for a moment. But Hank was straight, and Bobby was going to respect that. He hated people who pushed their ideals out in front of people. He just wanted people to accept him for what he was and move on. He felt the pain from his wrists again. He'd really been stupid thinking he could just end it. Next time...
Bobby heard soft sobbing, and it took a moment to register that it was his own. They were in his room. Hank lay him down on his bed gently. When he withdrew his arms, it was as if the sun had set. The cold room reminded him so much of why he'd tried in the first place.
"Hank?" he asked. His voice broke. "Do you have to leave?"
A moment later, Hank returned with a blanket. "No, Bobby. I don't. I don't ever have to leave if you'll let me stay." Bobby was confused. And why were Hank's eyes glowing? That didn't matter. What had he said? What did he mean? Before he came to his own conclusion about what that could possibly mean, Bobby looked him in the eyes.
"You don't mean..." Bobby began.
Hank walked over to the rack of movies, and picked out a sufficiently cheesy horror flick. He placed it in the dvd player, and turned on the television. Bobby looked as if he were about to start crying again. Hank returned to the bed holding something behind his back.
"Close your eyes." Hank whispered. Bobby did. His heart raced. His head swam. Hank couldn't have meant... No. No. Hank was straight. He couldn't get his hopes up. He felt breath on his face. No. It couldn't be. He couldn't be about to... No. Straight. Bobby's body tensed. He felt a hand on the back of his head and then something soft touch his lips. It pushed past them, and suddenly Bobby's eyes flew open. A Twinkie. It was a Twinkie. Both he and Hank started laughing, Bobby spilling crumbs into the soft hair on Hank's chest.
"I don't ever want you to be alone again, Bobby." Hank said softly.
Bobby couldn't believe what was happening here. He wanted to reach up and just hug Hank, but his body just didn't have the strength. Instead, he just collapsed onto him, letting Hank pick him up and sit him down in front of him, Bobby's back pressed to his chest. Large arms encircled him, his head rested on a generous bicep. Legs intertwined with his, and Bobby smiled.
The woman on the television screamed as some absurdly grotesque monster crept toward her. Anything even remotely dark was banished from him. While Hank was here, none of Bobby's many demons had any teeth. He just lay there content, feeling the heat of Hank's body warm his soul. For the first time, Bobby knew that Hank wouldn't leave when the movie was over. Bobby heard him chuckle, and mutter "What was right in front of me." He sighed and they both just lay there, the box of Twinkies ignored, but not for too much longer.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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An eerie silence had settled on the hallway outside the infirmary. No sound came through the doors, but it seemed as if everyone was straining to hear anyway. Jubilee sat with a horrified expression on her face. Storm stood next to the doorway looking introspective, tapping a long finger on her shoulder. Rogue and Gambit sat on the floor holding each other. Wolverine paced, looking angry.
Cyclops sat on the floor. He had Bobby's note. He'd always noticed that Bobby had a few gay tendencies, but had never really put the pieces together. He was pretty dumb in that area. Was I responsible? Scott asked himself. It was after all, his team. He was in charge, which meant he insured the unit was functioning properly. How could he have missed this? Once again, he figured out what was going on, and once again, it was after the fact. He'd known Bobby really wasn't acting like himself the past few weeks. He'd been spending a lot of time with the two new mutants. Raien and Chimera. Scott didn't know what he thought about those two. They seemed to be nice enough people, but they slept together. And they made no effort to hide that fact. It disgusted him. 'And where are they now?' Scott wondered.
It seemed like all of Bobby's friends were here except the pair. Scott huffed and folded the suicide note in half, placing it in his pocket. Right on cue, he heard clacking coming around the corner.
"What happened!?" Raien asked gently. He and Chimera had confused and worried looks on their faces. They knew most of the people here at least in passing. It took a moment before someone responded.
"Bobby..." Jubilee began, her eyes tearing up. "He... He tried to kill himself." Raien's eyes went wide, and Chimera gasped.
"But He... No. We talked with him yesterday!" Raien tried to explain, as if it was impossible that such a thing could have happened.
Scott stood, his hands in fists. He took the note out of his pocket and thrust it at Raien. Lucky for him, he couldn't feel the ice behind Scott's ruby glasses. Raien slowly took the note. He read it silently.
"I... I didn't know..." Raien said, sounding withdrawn. He thought Bobby might have been gay because of all the questions he was asking about him and Chimera's relationship, but that wasn't always an indicator. They'd only recently found out they weren't straight. Raien thought about what it would have been like if he were to discover that about himself without having someone he loved to go through it with. He empathized with Bobby. When he'd first discovered he was a mutant, he'd actually tried to kill himself as well. It was not something he was proud of. He'd jumped from a bridge back home. At the last second, just before he hit the river below, he lost the nerve and his power saved him. Bobby didn't have that luxury.
Scott was fuming. "This..." he started "This is your-" He was cut off by Chimera stepping forward suddenly and picking him up off the floor with one meaty arm. Chimera slammed him against the wall, a snarl on his face.
"You shut your mouth. I've seen the way you look at Raien and me." Chimera's eyes glittered with malice, so against his very nature. Scott was in shock. He reached toward his glasses. "Try it!" Chimera growled, tightening his grip. "Its people like you that made Bobby do what he did. Hypocritical ass-holes like you. You're a mutant! You know what he's going through better than any Human can. And yet you turn your nose up. You make me sick." Chimera flung Scott to the floor. Scott looked around expecting help. No one offered anything. Jubilee looked like she wanted to smile. Wolverine had a thoughtful look on his face. Storm looked like she was about to step in. Both Rogue and Gambit nodded to Chimera.
He stepped back behind Raien. Scott rose, brushed himself off, and stalked off down the hallway. Chimera's eyes followed him until he'd rounded a corner.
"Ah couldn'ta said it better mahself." Rogue said. "That man's been bothering me for years. Ah'm glad someone had the gall to put him in his place."
"You... You all know about us?" Raien asked slowly.
Jubilee looked up, a knowing look on her face, almost made comical by her age. "Sure do. I think you two are really brave. Especially you, Chimera." Chimera blushed, which was somehow apparent even through the fur on his face.
Suddenly Wolverine stopped pacing, and Chimera's head jerked to the side, both his and Logan's ears twitching. Wolverine looked as if he'd just been punched. Chimera looked like he was going to be sick.
"No..." Storm said looking between the two men. Time froze for everyone in the hallway. No one wanted to believe what the two men's facial expressions told them was going on in the room. Chimera and Logan were the only two who could possibly hear through the door. Jubilee started to cry. Chimera bent down and picked her up into his strong arms and told her it was going to be okay. She cried into his shoulder.
Logan's knees seemed to buckle, and he found himself sitting on his ass. He could hear the tone of the heart monitor. It was solid. Bobby's heart had stopped. He'd always liked that kid. Been a little uncomfortable at the crush Bobby'd had on him, but got used to it. Real potential, that boy had. Everyone knew it. He was the only student who had never missed one of his Karate Classes. Logan wanted to hit something. He wanted to tear something down. He stood up, making a fist. He was about to slam it into the wall when the tone skipped. Then it fell back into a rhythm. His eyes widened and he smiled. Chimera gasped again, and Jubilee stopped crying.
Suddenly Jean came through the door, blocking the path of anyone who tried to enter. "Bobby is going to make it." She said happily. Everyone sighed, and it seemed as though a thousand pounds had lifted off of everyone's shoulders. "Where's Scott?" Jean asked, puzzled at why the infamous team leader was not present.
"Ah think he went to do some thinkin'" Rogue said, smiling. "Ah think you need to have a talk with yer man, Hun... He woulda said something awful if a certain sexy lion hadn't taught 'im a lesson in bigotry."
Jean's eyes narrowed. "I think I will... But the important thing is that Bobby is alright. I want to say right now that none of you are to blame." she said. Raien was looking at the floor.
"Ah think she's talkin' to ya, Blue-eyes... Scott can be a real jackass sometimes. Don't take much of what he says to heart." Rogue said warmly. Raien met her gaze and inclined his head. He knew it wasn't his fault, but the thought had lurked in the back of his head, made stronger by what Scott suggested earlier.
*******
Emma woke slowly to silence. Nothing around her made any sound. Her head felt as though it could split in two. She sat up, then stood on wobbly legs. She felt drained. The inhibitor collar still fastened around her neck. A mere annoyance. Since the first time she'd been allowed to have it off, she'd implanted a sort of mental program into the head guard's subconscious. A catch phrase was all she had to say and he would do anything she asked. First, she'd had him render the collar inoperable, yet still appear to be working. Then she'd had him do several things around the sanctuary for her. That time was at an end though. She suddenly realized that she was surrounded by bodies. Their faces twisted and frozen in terror.
Emma realized that the silence was not just silence. Something was gone from the world. She felt alone. Vulnerable. She had to get out of that room. She ran out the door only to find more bodies the same as the ones inside. Emma screamed as she turned and fled down the hallway. She rounded the corner only to find more. Three men in FoH uniforms and one woman, a greenish hue to her skin, and a collar around her neck had died where they stood. They looked up at her through glassy eyes which seemed to burn into her own. Her head throbbed, nearly knocking her over. She wondered what had happened for a moment, then memories came crashing in.
She was responsible for all of this. She needed fresh air. Now. Emma ran for one of the doors which lead to a courtyard. Corridors passed by as she ran, tears blurring her vision. She burst through the door suddenly expecting fresh air, but the stench of death was all that filled her lungs. Dozens of bodies all around her. She screamed. She couldn't get away. Bodies. All around. Her fault. She could hear Elisha's disappointed crying in the back of her head.
Emma ran from the place screaming and crying hysterically. The eyes of those bodies burned into the back of her head as if all of them were staring at her. She ran, but she knew she'd never escape them. Ever.
*******
"Dr. McCoy?" Jubilee asked, waking Hank. He sat up suddenly, and she gasped when he opened his eyes. They were glowing yellow.
"Jubilee. I'm sorry, I must have dozed off. How can I help you?" he said as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
"Your eyes..." she said taking a step back.
"Glowing? Yes, that would make perfect sense." He smiled in a way that Jubilee had never seen before. Usually Hank was so reserved, hardly making eye contact, even when he was talking to you. Now he just stared at his hands, flexing them, then stood.
"Are you alright?" she asked
Hank laughed, a low rumbling sound. "Never felt better. What can I help you with?"
"I... Uh... I just like wanted to know how Bobby was doing."
Hank's face took a concerned tone to it, and he checked over the monitor again. "Bobby has stabilized. He's still asleep, but he should be back on his feet in a few days. The blood that Chimera gave earlier was instrumental in saving him. I must remember to thank him."
"Uh... That's good to hear. You sure you're alright though?" Jubilee was looking for an excuse to leave without sounding rude or hurting anyone's feelings. Hank just smiled at her and nodded slowly. She finally heard the door hiss open behind her and ducked out quickly. She had to find Jean. Something just wasn't right here.
*******
Hank returned to his patient. His hands trembled as he touched Bobby's shoulder. For part of him, it was the first time he'd laid his hands on him. His body pulsed with new emotions, new sensations, and fewer inhibitions. He hadn't thought about what he was doing at the time, but in helping the beast, in realizing that he was only half a man without that part of himself, he had merged with it. It was the best thing he'd ever done.
"I'm sorry I didn't realize sooner, my friend." Hank whispered.
Bobby's eyes slowly cracked open. "Hank?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Hank's heart nearly leapt through his chest. "I'm here." he said simply. A tear fell from the side of Bobby's face.
"I'm sorry." he said in a shaky whisper "I'm so sorry, Hank."
Hank put a finger to Bobby's lips. "Shhh. It is I who am sorry."
Bobby's face became mildly confused.
"Your vitals are stabilizing. All you need now is a few days of rest. I think your quarters might be a better place for that. May I take you there?" he asked slowly.
"I'd like that." Bobby said, sounding a little bit stronger.
Hank smiled, removed the IV and monitoring equipment, then gently picked him up, carrying him in front of him easily. Bobby loved the feeling. Being held this way carried something primal with it. He felt so safe within those arms. It was worth going back to his depressing room just for the trip there. He lay his head on Hank's shoulder. He wished this could be something permanent, but he knew Hank wasn't like that. All the poetry over his lost love, Trish confirmed that. Bobby started to feel the depression come back, sinking its claws into him again. He tried to just enjoy the warmth of Hank's embrace while he had it.
Bobby realized he loved him, but it really didn't come as a shock. He'd known it forever, just never really realized it. Who could help themselves? Hank was perfect. He was so caring, so tolerant, and damn cute too. Bobby smiled for a moment. But Hank was straight, and Bobby was going to respect that. He hated people who pushed their ideals out in front of people. He just wanted people to accept him for what he was and move on. He felt the pain from his wrists again. He'd really been stupid thinking he could just end it. Next time...
Bobby heard soft sobbing, and it took a moment to register that it was his own. They were in his room. Hank lay him down on his bed gently. When he withdrew his arms, it was as if the sun had set. The cold room reminded him so much of why he'd tried in the first place.
"Hank?" he asked. His voice broke. "Do you have to leave?"
A moment later, Hank returned with a blanket. "No, Bobby. I don't. I don't ever have to leave if you'll let me stay." Bobby was confused. And why were Hank's eyes glowing? That didn't matter. What had he said? What did he mean? Before he came to his own conclusion about what that could possibly mean, Bobby looked him in the eyes.
"You don't mean..." Bobby began.
Hank walked over to the rack of movies, and picked out a sufficiently cheesy horror flick. He placed it in the dvd player, and turned on the television. Bobby looked as if he were about to start crying again. Hank returned to the bed holding something behind his back.
"Close your eyes." Hank whispered. Bobby did. His heart raced. His head swam. Hank couldn't have meant... No. No. Hank was straight. He couldn't get his hopes up. He felt breath on his face. No. It couldn't be. He couldn't be about to... No. Straight. Bobby's body tensed. He felt a hand on the back of his head and then something soft touch his lips. It pushed past them, and suddenly Bobby's eyes flew open. A Twinkie. It was a Twinkie. Both he and Hank started laughing, Bobby spilling crumbs into the soft hair on Hank's chest.
"I don't ever want you to be alone again, Bobby." Hank said softly.
Bobby couldn't believe what was happening here. He wanted to reach up and just hug Hank, but his body just didn't have the strength. Instead, he just collapsed onto him, letting Hank pick him up and sit him down in front of him, Bobby's back pressed to his chest. Large arms encircled him, his head rested on a generous bicep. Legs intertwined with his, and Bobby smiled.
The woman on the television screamed as some absurdly grotesque monster crept toward her. Anything even remotely dark was banished from him. While Hank was here, none of Bobby's many demons had any teeth. He just lay there content, feeling the heat of Hank's body warm his soul. For the first time, Bobby knew that Hank wouldn't leave when the movie was over. Bobby heard him chuckle, and mutter "What was right in front of me." He sighed and they both just lay there, the box of Twinkies ignored, but not for too much longer.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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