“I know what you’re going to say, Timmy. He’s just a bit tired is all.”
“Come here,” he said as he hooked his hand around Tom’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. “Do you love me?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“Say it,” Tim said.
“I love you, Tim.”
Sighing, he started pacing the room. “Then why are the only people that know about us are our mothers?”
“Timmy…we’ve been through this. You said you understood. If this was any other-”
“I know the rhyme, Tom. ‘If this was any other town’ or ‘if we were older’ or ‘when we get to varsity.’ I’m sorry, but I’m not in the mood to be understanding tonight.”
Tom sighed and put his hands on Tim’s shoulders. He looked into Tim’s eyes. “What does it matter who knows what? Just as long as you love me, and I love you, everything else fades.”
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