Most had come to protest using the L-cells.
John-Caleb had laughed at those yelling he was a monster. Quentin couldn’t. They could kill you.
There’s security everywhere, Q, it’s okay, c’mon, let’s board…
It wasn’t hard for Quentin to imagine John-Caleb broken and bleeding on the hardened ground launch zone.
It wasn’t okay.
Yawning, he went back to bed. John-Caleb stirred, turned over, and stared at Quentin with his blue, blue eyes, smiled, and sat up. He gently touched his husband’s face. Quentin froze for a moment. He wanted John-Caleb to listen, to hear him, to talk with him—and now, did he want this? His body did. He remembered their first time.
Studying done, they had talked for a long time and Quentin had told John-Caleb a little more about his family. They had fallen asleep on
