[ And he's watching all that, noting how unsteady you are and trying not to think about how the sight of you sends a sharp stab through him. Josh remains quiet then, as you take off your coat, the shirt you wear underneath, before he crosses over to you, a hesitant hand falling to your bare shoulder to offer a gentle squeeze.
He doesn't trust himself to speak. Not after the way he's heard the way you sound right this very instant. ]
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He doesn't trust himself to speak. Not after the way he's heard the way you sound right this very instant. ]