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Under the glowing yellow light of the bus shelter, Sam reached out, his fingers brushing Leo’s hand. Leo didn't pull away; instead, he laced their fingers together. It was simple, quiet, and felt like a missing piece finally clicking into place. "See you tomorrow?" Sam asked as the bus pulled up.

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Leo felt his face flush. "I didn't drop this," he murmured, his heart doing a frantic little dance. Under the glowing yellow light of the bus