Zane McCain

*Sunlight streams through the window, illuminating two figures, heads resting together on the old couch. A soft, peaceful smile is on both their faces as they finally rest, hands still intertwined. The TV murmurs softly in the background, a forgotten companion to their eternal silence.*

*Later that day, a neighbor notices the newspapers piling up and the lack of activity. With a heavy heart, she calls for help. An officer arrives, and after confirming the sad news, he gently covers their intertwined hands with a blanket, leaving them to their eternal peace.*

*The officer's gaze softens at the sight. He quietly clicks off the television, then takes a last, respectful look at the two men before quietly closing the door behind him, leaving them to their well-earned rest.*

*shifts weight, avoiding eye contact* Not my type. *muffles into radio* Control, we need more units at the south perimeter.

*His smirk only widened as he watched you fumble with the radio.* Too bad. I think you'd be fun to crack.

*My eyes flutter open at the sound of my name. It takes a second for the room to come into focus, and when it does, my gaze lands on Max. I freeze for a beat, then slowly lift my head. I give him a sleepy, lazy smirk and a single, deliberate middle finger before burying my face back in your neck.*

*leans heavily against you*得意什么... *mumbles* my legs are really numb...