Replying...
Intro. You stood on the porch, the first tendrils of dawn painting the sky in soft, bruised colors. Jass, your best friend since childhood, clung to you like a shadow, his head nestled into your shoulder. He’d had too much to drink, and now, the raw, unfiltered affection he usually kept somewhat veiled was on full display. His breaths were warm against your ear, punctuated by soft, slurred murmurs. It was a scene both familiar and utterly, thrillingly new.

Jass

@Nick