Arvin visits them the following day after dinner. Osborn opens the door for him and shows him to the living room where he finds Sean curled up on the couch, knees to his chest, wrapped in a brightly colored quilt, his eyes half-closed. Nate is close by his side, one arm around Sean’s shoulders, the other holding a book in his laps.
Nate is reading from the book, his voice too low for Arvin to make out what he is saying but whatever it is, it is making Sean smile, his face slowly turning pink. They don’t notice him standing by the door, too engrossed in the book, and each other. It’s intimate, and Arvin feels like an intruder standing there looking in. He clears his throat.
Sean straightens a little as Nate shifts, both smiling as they look up at Arvin. Nate doesn’t remove his arm from ar
