“You’re late.” Noah murmured, setting the book aside. His voice wasn’t accusing, just filled with quiet understanding.
Zack exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah… Sorry.” Without a word, Noah stood, crossing the small space between them. Then, with the gentlest touch, he wrapped his arms around Zack, pulling him into a slow, steady embrace.
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