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The rain is coming down too hard to be pleasant. And rain can make for pleasant driving weather, Dom thinks. He curls farther into the passenger seat. One of Billy's hands is firmly on the wheel, wrist and fingers taut, hair illuminated by the sickly gray light that comes off the storm clouds. Dom reaches out and adjusts the band of Billy's watch, earning a quick glance, which he responds to with a gentle smile. Billy echoes the expression, eyes lingering for a split-second, and Dom fancies he can see all of Billy's feelings for him in that one glance. |