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They hadn't been expecting the rain. There are too many people at the train station and in the train for Shirakawa's liking, so he tugs on Carlos's sleeve inconspicuously. Carlos gets it, as he always does, and they're back outside shortly. The darker one stretches his arms toward the sky briefly. "We walking, then?" Shirakawa feels bad about it, but nods. He shuffles a little closer as they walk, letting their arms brush comfortably. He isn't really one for public displays of affection, and Carlos knows that, but something small like this is the least he can do for all his partner's patience. It's in the middle of some ridiculous story f