They drove home in separate cars, and Matt reached the apartment first. He stayed behind the wheel of his car, waiting, until Vic turned the corner onto their street. By the time his lover parked, Matt stood on the top step of their stoop. Vic took the stairs two at a time to catch up with him. When he opened the door, Matt took Vic’s hand in his and let his lover lead the way inside.
Up the stairs, to their apartment. They didn’t speak, but the silence between them was not uncomfortable. It felt as if they both held their breaths, waiting for something to happen. Neither wanted to be the first to ask the one question that hung suspended between them.
When would they get the powers back?
In Matt’s mind, there was no time like the present. He leaned against Vic’s side, his lips pucker
