Fluid
Their eyes met in the hazy mirror, the steam clouding around them as they faced each other.
Quill stepped under the stream of water, and Hawk joined him. They stood close but didn't touch. Hawk watched Quill's hands move over his skin, tracing shapes in the steam, his movements slow, contemplative, like he was trying to feel something deeper beneath the surface.
Hawk reached out, tracing his own path across Quill's arm, feeling a connection that spoke louder than anything he could say. They didn't need to talk right now.
As the water cascaded over them, they began tracing patterns, small, familiar motions, the kind that had been beaten out of them over the years. The kind that made the two m
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