Toki slowly awoke from an alcohol-induced stupor to a heavy weight upon his chest and an acrid smoke in his nostrils. He coughed weakly, fighting the urge to vomit again. His fingers not wrapped around the neck of a vodka bottle scrabbled in futility at the wooden beam lying painfully across him.
Then, just like that, the weight was gone, and he was being hoisted over a shoulder, carried across a broad back.
Toki pressed his nose into Nathan's back, contentedly breathing in the smoke and the musk.
Nathan was here, for him, and that's all that really mattered.
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Aww, lady. Is sweet. <3
All Toki ever needed -- ever! -- was just to know that someone cares.
{{{Hugs you}}}
It's something that so many of us need...
And truly, if more people actually cared, wouldn't the world be just a little better for it...?
There's a quote by a 19th century writer Edith Wharton Wheeler I like very much that pretty much says it all:
"So many gods, so many creeds,
So many paths that wind and wind
When just the act of being kind
Is all this sad world needs."
I found it when I was in my early 20's and very angry from the final rape. Since then I have tried very hard to be kind to people and be the change I wanted to be in the world.
{{{hugs you again}}}
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