“What the hell?”
“Just open the window, please,” Tim said.
“You are one crazy loon,” Tom said. He smiled at Tim’s attempt to scale his balcony. The tree branch that had always helped Tim throughout the years to make the summit to his boyfriend’s bedroom window had started to bulk under his pubescent weight and they’d agreed that he wouldn’t try to use the branch anymore. Actually, he was the one who’d informed Tom that if he wanted a visit from him then Tim would make his way past the front door or Tom would have to visit him. He realized now that it was about his boyfriend acknowledging him in front of his parents more than it was about the safety or unsafe conditions of a rotting tree branch in the yard. However it being three o’ clock in the morning, he’d decided on the branch rather
