He began to hum again, a tuneless sound more for something to do than anything else. The noise was a comfort of some sort, a constant murmur in the back of his throat, that fell into the rhythm of his thoughts. He found his upper body beginning to rock ever so slightly, just rolling back and forth, another comforting gesture. All the while, his mind broadcast like a radio signal, calling out into the city. Or no, more like the Bat Signal, calling out to his superhero lover to rescue him. ::Here,:: he added to his internal monologue. If Vic were at work, and drove the route that ran near Kyle’s subdivision, Matt knew he’d pick up the signal. He just had to. ::At Kyle’s, Vic. Here. At Kyle’s.::
::Vic.::
Without warning, the door to the bedroom flew open so hard, it hit the corner of the
