Imagine: Sonny Carisi sitting on the edge of a bridge on a warm summer day. Basketball shorts flap a little in the Santa Ana winds, making a sound like birds’ wings. The sun is starting to pink his pale shoulders, not covered by the muscle tank he borrowed from his husband, to the same shade as the frozen pink lemonade he sips from a thick red straw. Beside him, Nick Amaro takes off his baseball hat because it’s too warm and slides his aviators onto his face to protect against the piercing rays of the sunset their faces are turned to. Here, settled in California, they are happy and free.
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