And wasn’t that a question to end all questions, Lyle thought. At that moment it felt different, sure it did. But hadn’t the moments he’d thought about Randy felt different than anything he’d felt before as well? Or, worst, had they in fact been different, and the only thing that hadn’t changed was Lyle himself? If that was the case, was everything was going to end just as badly as it had ended the last time Lyle thought he was in…well, like with someone? Lust? He refused to imagine himself to be in love. Not yet. Surely a person couldn’t say they were in love with somebody just because they’d sucked each other’s d***s, or because they’d had the opportunity to talk with each other over a couple of thousands of miles of travel. At this point, suggesting anything they had for each other was
