Chapter 63

Gaze everywhere and nowhere, Clark thought about Daniel and Brian, about trust and hope and how crazy it was that the things a person wanted were often so buried as to be painful when excavated from the ruins of self-denial. He remembered some of the times he’d bottomed, about the way he’d refuse to move if asked to face down. He knew it was silly, but Clark had never been comfortable with his back to anyone. It was something ingrained, something alive and deep.

Always keep your back to a wall and your eyes on the exit, son.

Clark ran his hand through his hair and put his father’s voice away. This wasn’t dangerous. This wasn’t stupid or silly. This was just Daniel. And Clark. And the couch.

Slowly, Clark walked over to Daniel, stopping within arm’s reach. He looked at the dark eyes in silent question.

How do we do this?