[He should have guessed the hug was incoming. He knows Lance well enough. But today? Today it catches him off guard. For a few heartbeats, he stands there, in the middle of the street with leaves in his hair and circles under his eyes, stunned.]
[There's a tremor in his shoulders he can't stop.]
[And his arms loop around Lance. Tightly. One hand fisting into his shirt. It doesn't matter that this is all the teen feels like he can do. It doesn't matter in the least. He needs this.]
[He'd never ask for it in a thousand years. But he needs this.]
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[There's a tremor in his shoulders he can't stop.]
[And his arms loop around Lance. Tightly. One hand fisting into his shirt. It doesn't matter that this is all the teen feels like he can do. It doesn't matter in the least. He needs this.]
[He'd never ask for it in a thousand years. But he needs this.]