[Deacon's face is so close that Riley is pretty sure whatever he's going to say isn't going to have anything to do with his childhood.
He blinks in surprise.] I don't know. There isn't a whole lot to say. [Riley's hands had settled on Deacon's hips after he turned around, and now they circle around to thread fingers at the small of his back, loosely holding him.]
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He blinks in surprise.] I don't know. There isn't a whole lot to say. [Riley's hands had settled on Deacon's hips after he turned around, and now they circle around to thread fingers at the small of his back, loosely holding him.]