“—and I needed to get out of there.” Justin’s hand tightened on his arm. “I’m not saying it’s a good reflex. Running. I think—I think we’ll both need to work on this. Together. But you didn’t do itto control me. You did it because you were happy, and excited, and you want to be with me, and—and I’m not upset about what you did. Only that you didn’t ask me. I want this. I want you. I’m happy with you.”
“I am—with you—Justin, I’m so sorry. I am. I should’ve—are you—what can I do?” Something. Some task. Some atonement. Please.
“I want this,” Justin said again. “I want to do this. To figure out how to do this. With you. And me. I love you. I’m in love with—are you crying?”
“No,” Kris said. He was.