IN THE MORNING, PAUL has a text from Craig which, given the voicemail, not to mention everything else, is probably fair: I think we need to talk.
They meet for dinner at the same sushi restaurant Paul had first been spotted at with Alex. It’s Craig’s suggestion and Paul can’t tell him no without telling him why. There’s so much writing on the wall already that there’s absolutely no point in adding any more.
“So, about last night,” Craig begins, once they’ve gotten their drinks.
“I’m sorry,” Paul says. He is, though not in a way that’s useful.
“No, it’s — ” Craig stops himself and shakes his head. “It was Alex, wasn’t it?”
Paul nods, once. “Yeah. It was.”
Craig looks at his glass and bites his top lip in the way Paul remembers falling in love with, when they’d first been together. He
