Chapter 50

Frank knew his repetitive qualms must be wearying. “But what about…?” What about what? Frank didn’t know what to say.

“A…lot of st-stuff up here,” Liam tapped his forehead, “s-seems buried. Gone. M-maybe because of what…I am.”

“Not what you are, Liam, but what you’ve been through. You’re a who, not a what.”

“Ex…cept y-you are the one who is h-having t-t-tr-ouble believing th-that.”

Frank felt bad. That was true, and Liam was so intuitive there was no hiding it.

“I am h-happy to g-go from Au…gust. To s-start my life from th-then. To s-start it from w-when I m-m-met you. Why c-can’t you b-be?”

“Liam…” Frank kissed at the bedclothes. “I can. I will be. I’ll…I’ll stop all of this, as long as you’re satisfied.”

“I am. If you love me s-still.”

“I do. I always will, Liam.” Frank kissed his way up and down the blanket, pausing the longest where Liam’s penis was still mostly erect. He felt its hardness at his lips, but all he tasted was laundry soap and lint. “Good night, Liam.”