It was funny how, even in my fantasies, I created problems. There was very little true about that one, and yet, two men still ended up frustrated and lonely. I couldn’t answer Archie’s question, not in the past, and not now up on the roof, should he ask it again. Why? Because I’d have to admit part of me was in love with Archie Wilkes. I’d loved the kid since day one and had fallen in love with the man quite slowly, before I’d even realized it was happening, despite trying to fight it every step of the way, by working just as hard to hold on to the same kinds of feelings I’d only ever had for one other man—my Dougie. I thought I might have gotten a handle on things while away for five months. In that moment, within my first few alone with Archie since returning, seeing him in so much pain,
