“I remember,” Björn said. He did, he remembered everything about the apartment. He remembered he had to take the second exit from the highway, that the front door had a fiddly lock, that the bathroom cabinet didn’t close correctly and had to be pushed hard before it clicked shut. He remembered Zack’s favourite spot by the window, the way the sunlight shone on his hair, what he looked like after a night of too little sleep and too much studying.
“Good.” Zack looked out the window, trying to focus on the snowy landscape. “I don’t think I ever told you how sorry I was, Björn. You know, about…”
“Hm.” Björn hummed, nodding. He knew Zack had been sorry about his breakup, even if the other man never had the chance to tell him that. Björn had been long gone by the time Zack had arrived home that
