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"Don't fuckin' make me say it again, yeah?" Billy pleads, feeling just as pathetic as he sounds, fingers wrapped around fistfuls of Dom's shirt. They're standing in a parking lot somewhere down near the dock warehouse, and he's just confessed aloud that he's loved Dom since the moment they met. And there's nothing romantic about the gritty wet pavement or the cold bite of nighttime air or the confusion in Dom's eyes. And Billy really and truly does not want to explain. Dom shakes his head, looking resigned. "Why, Billy?" He stops. He starts. "Why'd it take so bloody long?" |