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Syx sat on Harrison’s lap, the man’s mate watching them. When his gloves were pulled free and tossed aside Syx leaned his forehead against the other blue man’s. Breathing softly as Harrison shifted them to press a kiss against his wrist. More so then with anyone else he knew what Harrison felt for him. The bond between them, through their shared race and perhaps more. Not alone. Loved. Cared for. Never alone. Never again.