“Want me to hang your suit up?”
“Yeah, thanks.” Brett stood and pulled off the jacket then his trousers. “You know for a little while the last few days I almost felt as if I might someday not be mired in grief.”
Rylan shut the closet and sat on the bed beside Brett, putting one arm around his shoulder. Brett let Rylan pull him close and settled against him, taking comfort in the warmth from his body. He bent his head and pressed his face into Rylan’s shoulder as a shudder ripped through him. Rylan jerked in a shaky breath and Brett wrapped both arms around him, holding him tightly when Rylan began trembling.
“I miss her.” Rylan’s voice was tight and wet.