[ Shizuo stops dead when the trench coat drapes down his back. He doesn't turn to stare incredulously at Gin and e doesn't say a word about it, he just slowly slips his arms through the sleeves, pulling it closed by the lapels.
It's warm. It smells like him.
He takes a step back in a somewhat of a rough, unpracticed motion to hook a long arm around Gin's back to prop him up as they covered more ground, Shizuo faces forward. ] You're slowin' me down. [ Men don't need heartfelt words to thank each other! ]
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It's warm. It smells like him.
He takes a step back in a somewhat of a rough, unpracticed motion to hook a long arm around Gin's back to prop him up as they covered more ground, Shizuo faces forward. ] You're slowin' me down. [ Men don't need heartfelt words to thank each other! ]