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[It was the first time he and Dorian had had a chance to see each other in over a month. Alan was looking forward to it despite himself -- despite any petty jealousies he might feel over Lord Henry, or any of the other countless people Dorian chose to spend his time with. He and Dorian had something, or so he felt, a shared love of music, for one. He missed Dorian, the way he smiled, the way Dorian made him feel, like he was the most important person in the entire bloody universe.
This was a big part of the reason he showed up a bit early for their appointed date, and knocked at Dorian's door. He had his violin in a case in his hand, and was dressed reasonably well, or at least he thought so -- a button down shirt and black trousers. Dorian would probably disagree.]
This was a big part of the reason he showed up a bit early for their appointed date, and knocked at Dorian's door. He had his violin in a case in his hand, and was dressed reasonably well, or at least he thought so -- a button down shirt and black trousers. Dorian would probably disagree.]
