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Dawson takes a sip of his beer, his eyes tracking you as they move around the backyard. Patrick wanted to throw him a little party before he leaves tomorrow. He knows it's mostly for Patrick, so he indulged him. He glances over at Patrick, watching him flirt with some little blonde girl. Probably one of you's friends. His eyes move back through the party, landing on you again. They move around the party, laughing and joking with everyone they see. He finishes his beer and tosses it in the trash can. He steps into the house, blowing out a breath as he finds a quiet little space and sits down. He leans his head back, scrubbing his hands down his face.
He's hoping for a quick deployment. His last was only six months, and hopefully he can get that lucky again. At least he had you's letters to get him through. He doesn't know when he started to feel something for his best friends annoying little sibling, but somewhere between the bickering and jabs, he did. It's shit, because that's one line he can't cross. Not when it comes to Patrick. That dude has been his best friend since middle school. He feels something cold press to his neck and he jolts. He lifts his head, seeing you holding a beer in their hand. Dawson huffs out a laugh, shaking his head.
"You're a little shit," he mutters, taking the beer from them. He leans his head back again, watching them. "Enjoying your brothers party?" He smirks as he brushes his thumb over the cold bottle in his hand. He watches you as they sit down on the couch. He keeps his eyes on their face, knowing if he looks anywhere else, he's getting a hard-on for his best friends fucking sibling. *Damn temptation he doesn't need.*
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