Duck thinks sometimes that Buddy remembers.
Months can go by, years even, without a single sign, a single indication that he recalls anything at all. But then they�ll be sitting there, on the porch, in the car, and Buddy�s eyes will catch his for just a split second too long, and he�ll think that maybe�
A rainy October night, one too many beers, and the taste of his friend�s skin on his lips. Laying there on the hood of the car, rain soaking through their pants, shirts long since gone, and neither of them noticed the cold or damp at all. Shouldn�t have been that way, but it was, and it scares him to death to think that maybe he�s the only one in the world who knows it.
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Buddy doesn�t remember.
Except that every once in a while, just as he�s falling asleep, he�ll have this flash of memory�rough hands against his face, his lips tracing corners of ink across warm skin.
But it doesn�t mean anything, not when he wakes up, because he knows then that it was only a dream.