He gave a bitter chuckle and took another puff. What did it matter now if Jonathan caught him smoking? He could smoke all he wanted now. Fuck all the boys he desired without worrying about it. Carouse to all hours in the bars, just so he kept his grades up…None of it sounded appealing; all of it tasted like crap in his mouth.
Nothing mattered without Jonathan. He was almost disappointed Jonathan wasn’t up there, framed in his window, wagging a reproachful finger at Kyle.