Was willingness to watch someone else sleeping a measure of how deeply you cared? Tristan stood in the doorway of the den, leaning on the doorframe. Brian was lying on the sofa, asleep. The TV was still on, and the remote had fallen to the floor. It was obvious the simple actions of being up and moving around for a short time had exhausted Brian. Tristan picked up the remote and switched off the TV. He laid it on the coffee table and thrust his hands in his pockets, feeling the ring he’d put there this morning. He had this illusion that sometime today he’d work up the nerve. He walked back toward the doorway, but instead of leaving, he lingered, leaning on the doorframe again.
Maybe Brian getting hurt was just the final push. Everything about their relationship over the past eleven months
