Greg didn’t object. “How long for you?” he asked instead.
“I have no idea,” Brandon laughed, elation bubbling over like a fountain. “I can’t remember a time when I didn’t think you were the greatest guy I knew. At the same time, I couldn’t let my mind go there very often because you were my best friend. The greatest guy. I needed you. I still need you.”
Greg’s hand in his twitched, a reflex action. “But you’re going to.”
“Yes. If you’re willing, I’m going to.” He took a deep breath. “It’s not like anyone else can measure up.”
They made it to Brandon’s building and climbed the stairs to his condo. The suit jackets had to go right away, although Brandon helped Greg off with his with a pang. “You know, this looked incredibly good on you today,” he pointed out.
“You really liked it?” Greg grinned. “I thought you’d laugh me out of the restaurant. I’m not a suit guy.” He sat down on the couch, drying his hands on his pants.