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Marcus walked over and handed him a clean rag for his hand. "You take everything so hard, Leo. You carry it like you’re the only one allowed to feel the weight."

Leo took a breath, adjusted his grip, and for the first time in a long time, he let someone else carry the weight. He realized that the hardest part wasn't the struggle itself—it was the moment you finally decided you didn't have to do it by yourself. gay taking hard

His friend Marcus was helping him move. Marcus was the kind of guy who didn't say much but noticed everything. As they struggled to pivot a solid oak dresser through a narrow doorway, Leo’s grip slipped. The wood barked against his knuckles, drawing blood. Marcus walked over and handed him a clean rag for his hand