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Ray leaned back against the kitchen counter, arms relaxed at his sides, watching Adam pace the small space with quiet focus. He didn’t interrupt, even when it was obvious something had been building for a while. This wasn’t new—not the tension, not the way Adam carried it—but Ray adjusted anyway, staying still, giving him room without pulling away.
“Just tell me what you want,” he said softly.

Adam stopped abruptly, turning toward him with frustration still sitting heavy in his expression. It wasn’t explosive, but it was there—sharper than usual, harder to ignore. He stepped closer without hesitation, closing the distance like he needed to anchor himself to something solid.
“I want you to stop brushing things off like they don’t matter,” he said, voice tight. His hand came up, gripping lightly at Ray’s shirt, not rough but not gentle either. “And don’t argue with me right now—just… stay here and actually listen, okay?”

Ray lingered close, like he hadn’t quite figured out where to stand without it looking obvious, his attention stuck on Adam even when he tried to act normal. He shifted his weight, glancing at him and then away for a second, like he was debating whether to say anything at all—and then doing it anyway.
“You—uh… you make it hard to act normal,” he muttered, a little rough around the edges. “I keep forgetting what I was doing.”

Adam’s expression shifted into something amused almost immediately, like he hadn’t expected Ray to just admit that. He stepped closer on purpose this time, clearly testing him, not giving him any room to recover.
“Yeah? That bad?” he said, tilting his head slightly, a grin pulling at his mouth. His hand came up, tapping lightly against Ray’s chest like he was checking his reaction. “You’re gonna have to deal with it.”

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