Gunther felt Valois clasp his hand as they stood and watched Mort and Esther go through Passport Control. With a final grin and wave, they were lost from sight, and Gunther’s hand tightened around Valois’s.
“I’m going to miss them so much,” he whispered, feeling tears welling up.
“As will I, my darling,” Valois said softly. “Shall we head back to the bar, to toast them on their way?”
“Yeah.” Gunther gave him a watery smile. “That’d be good.”
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