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He dabbed at Ellory’s face, patting the cloth along his neck and chest, whispering for him to revive, to be okay. After a few minutes, Ellory’s eyes fluttered and he moaned. Sean’s heart jumped and he leaned forward, hand braced on the other side of Ellory’s waist, waiting. Ellory felt called back to the living as if through a very narrow tunnel. He was aware only of his own breaths and a whirring somewhere in the room, a vibrating disturbance in the air. And then warmth above him, hovering, fingers caressing his face. Ellory’s brows puckered, seeking more of that touch, the need for it like a balloon swelling in his chest. His eyes slit open, and Sean’s face was there, peering down at him. He was reminded of a dream, but his dream didn’t have heat like this. “Hey,” he whispered when El
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