“I’m here,” Wes said. “I’m here.”
He tried to be there. He tried to be there for everything. Getting Finn to sit down, finding a chair, instead of walking. Bringing him water, and massaging his left leg, kneeling on the ground. Catching Alexis the PA as she flitted by, and asking whether someone had a golf cart, or a ride. Finn said, “I don’t need—”
“Would it help?”
“I…maybe.” Which was a yes. Wes swallowed down the searing knot in his throat, his chest. Nodded at Alexis.
He helped Finn peel off the suit, back in the trailer. The motions weren’t about s*x this time, though his body remembered, would always remember. This time he made sure Finn was sitting down, not moving much, left knee wrapped up. Ice. Support.
He found sweatpants in the closet, because they were soft. His hands did
