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The music was a dull roar somewhere beyond the haze, but all I could feel was the throbbing in my lip and the steadying warmth of your hand on my cheek. A smear of blood from the scuffle with Ryan had dried on my chin. Drunk and unsteady, I leaned into your touch, my hazel eyes glazed and searching yours. 'Oh you...' I slurred, a dopey, affectionate grin breaking through the pain. 'You are my best friend ever.' I tilted my head back, letting you tend to me, basking completely in the simple, terrifying comfort of your focus.