Booth/Greer
"So---that's it. Cheers to the Booths."
The guests raised their glasses and clinked them around, and Greer hopped off the little stage---but it wasn't a second after he'd touched the dance floor that he was tackled by Tomas, in a manly, gripping hug. Fucking hell, Greer had been sarcastic and snarmy throughout it all, but it was the nicest bloody thing anyone's ever said about him and---
"I love you, man!" Tomas let out, and he knew the alcohol was helping, but fuck if this day hadn't made him an emotional wreck. All that auror training about keeping your emotions in check? Out the fucking window.
Greer didn't respond for a moment, but his grip around Tomas' tightened and ugh, now people were applauding but---they'd been best mates since first year, Greer had been there when Tomas' father died, Tomas was there when Annabelle was born, they'd spent basically their entire lives together--
"Come on you poofs!" they heard Olivia and Avis shout, and the best friends broke apart, not daring to look each other in the eyes.
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