“We should wait, ah, on telling anyone. Don’t you think?”
Hand on his fly, Carisi blinks in confusion, then settles in, back at ease. “Yeah, ‘course. We could at least wait ‘til Friday, when we can talk about it more.” The fly goes up, and for lack of another assignment, Carisi’s hands rest on his narrow hips. “Christ, I wouldn’t know how to explain it.”
“Can’t say I don’t like hearing that,” Barba murmurs, the words emerging warm and low from deep inside him.
“What, my dumbfoundedness?”
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14 Dec 2018
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