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[gallowseyes]

Lee cooks so George washes dishes. The first time, he'd had no idea, really, what he was doing but he's done it enough times that he finds it almost therapeutic -- the hot water and the soap suds and soft music playing in the other room. When he goes out, he wears nicely tailored, well cut things but, when they're at home, he cares less. He's pretty sure that the t-shirt he's wearing is actually Lee's; it fits more snuggly across his shoulders, but it's soft, and he likes the way it smells.

He sets a plate in the draining rack and reaches for another.

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[gallowseyes]

"I don't mind if it does," he says, because he honestly doesn't. He quite likes the idea of the two scars overlapping, his past and his present in one. Lee's eyes fill with tears and George frowns, reaching up to stroke his fingers along his jaw. "I meant it when I said I liked it," he says.

[atehimrightup]

Lee turns into the touch and laughs a little, cheeks flushing as he wipes at his eyes and shakes his head.

“No, I know. These are good tears, I think,” he admits in a soft voice, turning onto his side so he can look at George, reaching up to cradle the back of his hand and press a kiss to the meat of his palm. He stares at George for a long moment, throat working. “I’ve cried a lot in my life but I don’t know that I could cry from being happy until you came along.”

[gallowseyes]

"Oh, love," says George, his voice soft, stroking his thumb against the sharp line of Lee's cheekbone. Brimming with tears, his eyes are insanely beautiful, like polished tortiseshell. He shifts, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against Lee's mouth, just letting them linger in the moment.