It was weird, being in a small single room. Actually bugger that, it was sodding creepy. Aidan hadn’t spent a night in a bedroom on his own in years. Maybe he’d been wrong about John fancying him. Some blokes’d flirt with anything, just to keep their hand in. Or maybe he did like Aidan, just not enough to be arsed doing anything about it.
Aidan sat down on the bed, arms around the pack on his lap. f**k, he missed Andy. Missed Andy’s jokes about tucking him in and reading him a story, the dirty old sod. Just missed…him.
Fuck, he wasn’t sure he could do this. But he’d promised Andy.
Aidan couldn’t be arsed to get undressed, even though he knew he needed a shower like nobody’s business. They could probably smell his armpits three rooms away. There was always the morning. He kicked off his
