Booker caught Joe's hand as he pulled away from his hair and drew it back in. He pressed a kiss to the meaty part of his palm. When was the last time he showed Joe this kind of easy affection? He couldn't quite remember which meant it had probably been awhile.
"Perfect, like always." He released his hand and stood up. "Knew I could trust you."
Hopefully, Joe caught the undercurrent of meaning that was more than a haircut. Booker was coming back to himself, coming back to his family and their love for him. He would trust that going forward.
Or God help him, he'd just lose his fucking mind the whole way.
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Date: 2020-12-07 02:23 pm (UTC)"Perfect, like always." He released his hand and stood up. "Knew I could trust you."
Hopefully, Joe caught the undercurrent of meaning that was more than a haircut. Booker was coming back to himself, coming back to his family and their love for him. He would trust that going forward.
Or God help him, he'd just lose his fucking mind the whole way.