When Dante comes back to their room, Ryan is sitting up against the pillows with the TV turned down low. One look at his lover’s face as he closes the door quietly behind him and Ryan knows that they won’t get back to wherever it was they left off—there’s too much hurt in those chocolate eyes, too much pain in that pretty frown. Without a word, Dante crawls onto the bed, curls up against him, wraps his arms around Ryan’s waist and hugs him tight. Ryan doesn’t need to ask how Josey took it, he already knows the answer. He can feel it in his boyfriend’s trembling shoulders when he holds him close.
They sit like that for a while, Dante snuggled up to him, Ryan flicking halfheartedly through the channels on the TV and holding his boy in a one-armed embrace. Finally Dante sighs, a pitiful soun
