“Sure. When you want.”
“Kris…” Justin found reliable ground. “One thing at a time, you said.”
“I did.” He wanted to kiss those courageous lips. Wanted to offer more words: how brave Justin was, how strong, handling everything the world and his ex-boyfriend could throw. “Can one of those things involve your aunts and nightmares and a very specific target?”
“They’d do it, too.” Justin’s smile was thin as glass but true as light, falling through windowpanes, caressing bare floors. “But I’m not sure…it’d only prove him right, wouldn’t it? If demons showed up to torment him?”
“You are too nice,” muttered Eddie.
“He didn’t say we couldn’t come up with something,” mused Andy. “We’re human.”
“That’s logical…” Justin’s father had come around the table, within reach if needed, and crouched dow
