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K doesn’t make an attempt to smile. He merely stares at you with tired eyes.
“My shower is broken. I…” he pauses, rolls the words over his tongue like a broken marble, considers how much he can ask for, “was hoping I could use yours. Please.”
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Satalites by platinumangst
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026)
04 Apr 2026
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Affection rushes up his throat in a choking torrent. It feels like being pinned against the console of the Hail Mary all over again, disoriented and unable to breathe. It feels like digging his fingers into the blistered, weeping wound on his forearm the best friend he’s ever had left behind. It’s the leaden weight in his chest because for once he’s more scared for someone else than he is for himself. With the swell of emotion, comes clarity.
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Your fingers interlace with his. In the cool darkness of your quarters, heated only by the shared warmth of your bodies underneath the blanket, you can almost delude yourself into believing nothing bad will touch you. It’s a childish dream, even more fantastical than the idea of Neverland. Still, you settle in closer to Kirsh. You let him wrap his free arm over you and draw you into the protective cradle of his body.
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“I’ve seen you looking at my wife. I’ve been you looking at me too. Pretty guy like you sure does a lot of staring, huh?”
It doesn’t quite ring like an accusation, but the words are damning enough to cause him to squeeze his eyes shut. If the other man hits him, he will just take it without protest. It is what he deserves for letting himself want.
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- Part 2 of Milk Veins
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Peter feels the other man shift. Fingers stroke tenderly over his back and then the detective is pressing the muzzle of his handgun against Strahm’s breastbone. He finds himself getting nudged back as soon as he straightens up. He relents. With a gun trained on him, he’s without any choice but to be ushered in the direction of the coffin.
“I think you are due to play the game, Special Agent.” There’s a sorrowful look on Hoffman’s face—at war with the satisfied gleam in his eyes.
“You’re still Kramer’s puppet? The psychopath is dead.”