“If you did happen to work this out, if you’re reading this now, I hope it’s been some good memories. Hold the ones you care about close. And don’t murder people. All the best to you on your journey.”
“There’s really nothing left?” asked Ellen. A clink of glass on wood indicated she’d put her drink down and was probably done with it. “No stray twenty tucked in anywhere?”
“No,” said Gabe, word short and sharp.
Ian put a hand on his shoulder again and, after a moment, Gabe reached up to put his hand on top of Ian’s. He relaxed some, then leaned sideways to rest against Ian. The action gave Ian a warm rush—Gabe was letting himself be comforted by him, felt safe enough around him. And Ian wanted to help him feel better, especially after all this.
“This has been the longest day of my life,”
