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mirith.livejournal.com Oct. 17th, 2005 06:21 am)
Even in the dark, Billy knows upon waking that Dom is missing. The sleeping form huddled next to him in the hotel bed is Elijah’s. Billy doesn’t have to even touch him to know he’s not Dom. He just knows, before his pupils have a chance to dilate enough to look at him or his lungs have a chance to inhale his scent. And the roots of his knowing are in the fact that, three months ago, his best friend had handed him an unsolicited handkerchief.