The feather’s kiss of a touch graces his cheek, and as gooseflesh prickles his pale skin, the redhead shivers, his eyes slamming shut. “You’re not real,” the admission is whispered as he chokes back tears.

Gene delivers a small smile, equal parts beautiful and bittersweet. He continues to cup Babe’s cold cheek, thumb sweeping slowly across the bone, and replies, calmly, “I know.”

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