“Talk to me, Bailey,” Hunter called out, his voice muffled by the landing strut.
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Hunter stared at it. His throat tightened. This was the part the manuals didn’t cover. The part that didn’t go into the official log. The part where two enlisted men, both gay, both active duty, both terrified of a ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ world that had technically ended but never really left, had to decide if the thing between them was just deployment pressure or something that survived a C-130 flight into a combat zone. “Talk to me, Bailey,” Hunter called out, his
“You haven’t slept,” Bailey said. It wasn’t a question. “Talk to me
“I’ll sleep when we’re wheels-up,” Hunter replied.