Vulnerability
One stabbing, one dead body, and one long September night of canvassing for witnesses followed by filling out paperwork had left Tristan feeling more than a little frazzled. He was stuck on the graveyard shift this week, and that put him on a completely opposite schedule from Brian.
As Tristan started for home, he found himself heading a different direction. Home, as much as he loved that house, meant empty rooms and an empty bed. What he wanted instead was at least a few minutes of time with Brian, and a touch or a kiss to remind him of his own humanity after ten hours of shutting down all of his emotions.
He glanced at his watch and saw it was quarter to seven. Hypothetically, Brian would be getting up in another fifteen minutes to get ready for work. Tristan thought he
