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"God damn it, Alexii. How many times is this going to happen to you?" Archer muttered while supporting Shiloh’s weight as they entered the condo. Shiloh was barely able to walk, his body leaning heavily against Archer. Archer guided him to the couch and carefully laid him down before quickly rummaging through Shiloh’s bag. "Is this your pill?" Archer asked, holding up the medicine bottle, but Shiloh didn’t respond. His eyes were half-lidded, his breathing uneven. Archer read the instructions on the label and immediately grabbed a glass of water. He returned to Shiloh and tried to make him swallow the pill, but Shiloh refused to cooperate. Instead, his hand roamed around Archer’s body, gripping his shirt. "Oh, come on! I’m doing my f*****g best here to control myself. Can you please coo
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