Words failed Richard, so he played it safe by keeping his mouth shut and nodding.
“I…I’ve been clean for almost a year now, and I’ve been working my ass off to rebuild my life.”
“That sounds great, Adrian.” It took a lot of willpower on Richard’s part not to call him Rain. It was a nickname that hadn’t passed his lips in months, and suddenly it was fighting with his tongue and brain, demanding to be said. Richard refused to give in. This was lunch with a familiar face, nothing more. “Are you…are you still living in that apartment building by the museum?”
“I wish.” Adrian snorted as his tongue darted out to steal a bit of the whipped cream off his mocha latte.
The tongue ball was still in place, so Richard supposed there was still a little bit of the old Rain inside this newer, calmer p
