Chapter 98

Chapter 8

Trevor sighed. Charles Dickens was spot on. Having Gary stay with him really was a case of it being the best of times and the worst of times.

He sat opposite Gary, he in his recliner, Gary occupying Paul’s former place on the sofa. Trevor wanted, itched to sit next to Gary, be held and feel safe in his arms like he used to. But he couldn’t. Gary wasn’t free, he had a wife and kids. Trevor sighed again.

“That was a deep sigh.”

He hadn’t realised he’d made a sound. “Oh, uh, sorry. Just thinking.”

“About?”

“Stuff. What it was like back when we were kids.”

“Yeah.” Gary stretched up his arms, then reclined back on the sofa, Trevor eagerly drinking in the sight. “Come lay with me.”

“I can’t. We’ve been through this.” Gary had been staying with him for a couple of days. So far Trevor had managed to resist all Gary’s efforts to woo him. “You know I can’t.”

“It’s just a cuddle.”