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They’re sitting side-by-side on a log, shoulders bumping together, thighs pressed tight together. Stede lets out a shaky sigh, says in a small voice, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
The satellite radio is resting on Stede’s lap, and he brushes his hand over it, lets out an even-shakier laugh. “I can’t tell you how many times I nearly used this before I met you. I must have talked myself out of tapping out a thousand times.”
Ed laces his fingers through Stede’s and gives his hand a comforting squeeze. He can’t tell if Stede is really going to push the button and call for a pickup, but he knows exactly what he’s going to do if Stede does.
