[Blue's grin flinches as he meets Red's eyes, as he holds that hand out. Pushes down how much he wants to take that hand and lace in his fingers, never let go. Three years had taught him to tread carefully, that there was a limit to how far he could push Red. He would never chance it again.]
[He fixes his smile, reaches out and grips the hand with a single shake, rough-housing and casual, like childhood friends, old neighbors, like it's no big deal.]
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[He fixes his smile, reaches out and grips the hand with a single shake, rough-housing and casual, like childhood friends, old neighbors, like it's no big deal.]
...Thanks, Red.
[At least he was here, at all.]