Dante is exhausted—though he won’t admit it,
Ryan thinks his boyfriend harnessed a lot on this race, and the
past few days have been a whirlwind as he juggled work and skating
and their new relationship. Now everything has taken its toll, Ryan
can see weariness in the lines that crease Dante’s brow as he lies
in his arms, watching the tv while Ryan flips through the channels.
Every few minutes his eyes slip shut and he’ll stir himself awake,
blink around owlishly, grin when he sees Ryan and snuggle closer to
him. “You can take a nap,” Ryan tells him, smoothing a hand along
Dante’s back.
But his boyfriend shakes his head and yawns.
“I’m not tired,” he murmurs, his voice already dreamy. Still, he
snuggles into Ryan’s shoulder and when his eyes close the next
time, they don’t ope
