It would depend on how Ezra took his news.
As usual, Ezra was waiting for him. Smiling. His expression, expectant. “Hello, my love.”
Liam pushed his towel into a small crevice above the rock ledge and re-entered the water. He swam to Ezra, and they embraced. Liam was already chilled. The strong sea breeze carried traces of winter.
“You’re freezing,” said Ezra. “Let me warm you up.” He began rubbing Liam’s back, which went some way to making him feel better.
Liam wondered if Ezra could sense what was coming. It couldn’t have been difficult for him. There wasn’t a joyous cell in his body. If anything, there was only misery, and misery was difficult to mask.
When Ezra stopped rubbing, Liam pulled away so he could look into his beloved’s eyes.
Ezra was no longer smiling. “You’re not coming, are you?”
Warm tears spilled onto Liam’s cheeks. He shook his head. “But there’s more.”
“Let’s go to the rock.”
“No, it’s probably warmer in the water.”