Accidentally His.
Whispers paused.
His entrance, quiet as it was, still drew attention. Not just because he’d been gone for a while, but because of who he had left with.
And who he came back without.
“Drake!” a voice rang out a little too cheerfully.
Steve.
Leaning against the edge of a desk, arms folded, grin wide,like they were old pals catching up after lunch.
“There you are, man,” Steve said smoothly, walking up beside him like they were tight. “Was starting to think you got lost or something.” He gave him a light jab in the ribs, playful on the outside, but territorial underneath.
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