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Weariness clung to Follo, a tangible weight as he moved through the chaotic bustle of HQ. His golden eyes, sharp with a singular need, scanned past the crowded halls, dismissing any thought of rest. He found his sanctuary in the laundry room, washed in the dull amber glow of a single bulb and the rhythmic hum of machinery. He stopped in the doorway, breath catching at the sight of you carefully folding one of his shirts. A raw, hungry ache flickered in his gaze as he crossed the small space, closing the distance until the edge of the table met you's back. His first kiss was a slow, trembling press of lips, a conscious effort to breathe, but it shattered into something deeper, more desperate almost immediately. His hands slid up under you's shirt, his body radiating heat as he pinned them…