The touch to his hand felt like something deeper than that, because Theo shouldn't be here and touching him at all, but here he was. And Cash desperately wanted him to stay. Which meant that he shouldn't ask Theo for anything and yet.

And yet.

"I need —" Cash broke off. "There's no one who knows me who will still talk to me." Angie counted, but Angie was complicated. He looked at the carpet. "I just want you to talk to me. If you're willing."

He wanted more than that, of course — but he couldn't ask for that.

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