“I…” Leo bit his own lip. Hard. Enough to hurt. “I don’t know.”
“Leo…”
“No, I really don’t know. Is that…all right?” He stared at water, as it swirled down the drain. There was a pause, and then Sam said, “I nodded, but you weren’t looking, so, f**k, Leo, of course it’s okay if you don’t know about something, if you’re not sure. I want to know. Please tell me.”
“I liked it and I didn’t. I like making you feel good. I don’t mind being in character. And I like…teasing you.” He risked a glance up. Sam’s face was so open, so worried, so caring—
That was so much. And Sam hadn’t let him go. Leo shut his eyes again. “I’m not Jason. That’s all, really.”
Sam’s body tensed, a spike of emotion. And then his arms got tighter. “I know you’re not. I don’t want Jason. I want you.”
“Then it’s not a
