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"Easy, Hutch," Starsky whispered, his fingertips gently smoothing a strand of blonde hair away from the other man's temple.  "It's all over.  They won't - can't hurt us now."

Hutch responded by moving deeper into his partner's embrace, the smoking magnum still clutched tightly in his right hand. Though words rarely failed detective Hutchinson entirely, he commonly relied on his ability to confer his most complex emotions through simple touch.  The fact that Hutch had drawn closer told Starsky all he needed to know for the moment.  Hutch would confide in him when he was able.  Until then, Starsky could wait.