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@gumnut-logic​  - found it, almost fits, but not quite, no hand holding, (not sure why it was drawn now)

The soft sound of breath.

Waffle-woven cotton under his fingertips.

Pale skin pulsing to a heartbeat.

For the fifth time in the last half an hour, Scott reached out and brushed hair from a pale forehead. He knew it was an excuse. The strawberry blond strands weren’t moving of their own volition.

He just wanted to touch.

To reassure.

Himself.

He wrapped fingers around a limp hand and simply held on.

Voice whisper thin, little more than the soft hiss of air passing his brother’s lips.

“Gordy, please.”

He drew the words back in a trembling gasp.

“Please wake up.”

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Random drabble at exactly 100 words.