“In junior high, gym class was my favorite,” Garrett said after a while.
Eron warmed inside. Now he was getting somewhere. “Why?” Eron knew the answer, but wanted Garrett to tell him.
“You know, because you could see who had hair and who didn’t.”
Eron smirked a little. In his peripheral vision, he could see Garrett grinning.
“Back then, I had a hard time not looking.”
The second beer and Garrett’s comment helped him relax. Eron looked around and didn’t see anyone near them. He leaned back and put his arm on the back of Garrett’s chair. For good measure, he held his cup in his crotch and stretched his other arm around the empty chair.
Garrett took a drink. He glanced around and when he saw they were free from any close onlookers, he settled back into Eron’s arm. The pressure of Garrett leaning back against his arm felt good.
“You having a good time? It was probably a bad idea to come to a basketball game after a funeral,” Eron said.