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"About 3 hours away." Caesar looked down at Victor's hand on his arms, finding himself crooking it up instinctively. This had been builtin in him, first it would be his mother asking for his arm for support, then later his cousins, dancr partners and all. He slowed his pace and overlapped Victor's hand with his own, not knowing what to feel.

They navigated yhtough thr crowd and got to their cart. It was the cart with their family anthem carved on and reserved specifically for them. He pulled open thr door and entered, nodding to find it comfortably furnished with cushions.