“He was good about it. Me telling him, I mean. I had no reason to think he wouldn’t be, but it felt good, you know? To say something?”
Aiden nods, turning their hands enough so he can run his thumb against Beto’s thigh. “It feels good being authentic about who we are sometimes.”
“Sometimes. Sometimes it’s terrifying. Even if I don’t know why it is, or don’t think it should be.”
“You know I would never rush you for anything. You know that, right?”
“I do. I just feel like you go so slow with me sometimes.”
Aiden traces his fingers over the back of Beto’s hand. “You need me to.”
“I do. I just want to give you more than I have already,” Beto says. He wants a lot of things, but he needs to take steps with this. And more than anything he might want personally—because he does want; there ar
