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Prompt fic for Telurin
It was late; the usual crowd at the Gull had thinned out hours ago, and Duke had chased the stragglers off not long after, had closed up and poured Nathan another drink.
Nathan had taken it, and the one after, and the one after that. He was long past the point where he shouldn’t be driving, his keys locked in the cash drawer next to Duke’s, and he knew he’d be spending the night on the couch in Duke’s office. He didn’t know where Duke would be spending the night; didn’t want to ask.
He was afraid the answer would be upstairs, and he didn’t want to dwell. Didn’t want to think about all the ways that made him burn.
- Part 2 of Prompt Fic