[After propping his guitar against the wall, he reaches out for Joaquin's free hand, encasing it between his own warm fingers.
Before the man can say anything about it, Manolo gently guides it toward his neck, and eases Joaquin's index and middle fingers against the soft hollow near his Adam's apple. He lets his pulse gently beat beneath his friend's touch, hoping that will somehow make a stronger statement than any words possibly could.]
Listen. [His voice is soft now.] Everyday I wake up with this reminder of how incredibly lucky I am to get not just two chances, but a third. Don't think for a second that I somehow take this for granted, or that I want to squander it on something meaningless. I don't.
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Date: 2015-10-23 11:56 pm (UTC)Before the man can say anything about it, Manolo gently guides it toward his neck, and eases Joaquin's index and middle fingers against the soft hollow near his Adam's apple. He lets his pulse gently beat beneath his friend's touch, hoping that will somehow make a stronger statement than any words possibly could.]
Listen. [His voice is soft now.] Everyday I wake up with this reminder of how incredibly lucky I am to get not just two chances, but a third. Don't think for a second that I somehow take this for granted, or that I want to squander it on something meaningless. I don't.