Brandon loved Adrian, so when Adrian abruptly moved out of their apartment Brandon was devastated. Six weeks later Brandon is ready to start to ease his way back into life again, but a chance encounter leaves him questioning everything he thought he knew -- about Adrian, their relationship, and himself.<br><br>His friends are there to see him through it, especially his best friend Greg. Greg wants what’s best for Brandon. He’s always wanted what’s best for Brandon, even when it’s not necessarily what’s best for Greg.<br><br>As Adrian’s true nature is revealed, Greg starts to wonder if maybe what’s best for both of them wouldn’t be each other.

Midnight

Tony put a hand on Brandon’s arm. “Don’t look, man,” he murmured into his ear. “Just…try to forget he’s there or something, I don’t know.”


How was Brandon supposed to forget that Adrian was there? “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”


He nodded and turned away, trying to focus on the latest dart game.


Greg came back over after about ten minutes, carrying a couple of beers. “Sorry about that. Anyway. Let’s play another round, huh?”


Brandon tried. He truly put in the effort. Nothing he did could make him forget that Adrian was in the bar. Every time he took his eyes away from the dartboard, it seemed like Adrian just happened to be right there, on the periphery of his vision. He couldn’t look away. Now Clay was stepping aside to chat with him. Then he was off to another side, standing in a gaggle of fresh-faced young men in pastel polo shirts. (Really, Adrian? Pastels?) Here he was dancing with a guy in a white cotton V-neck, and when had Pendragon’s turned into a dance bar?


Chapter 4