Chapter 84

“I just want them to find happiness,” he says, looking up at the pattern of lights on the ceiling. “It’s hard enough to find, much less keep. I didn’t want that asshole getting in the way.”

The elevator chimes as it descends, and Adam traces a finger over the number pad. “Mahiro’s happiness means that much to you, doesn’t it,” he says softly.

Chris blinks. “And Alex’s. He’s my best friend.”

“Of course.” Adam’s mouth tightens but then he flickers a smile Chris’s way. Odd, honestly. He’s usually so boisterous and chatty, and tonight he’s been strangely quiet and reserved. Probably Chris himself, bringing down the atmosphere with his own issues, and he quietly resolves to cheer the fuck up already.

The elevator stops and the doors whoosh open. They head outside into a steamy New York night, the sidewalks still crowded and horns blaring. Adam looks around, seems to get his bearings, then grabs Chris by the wrist and drags him down the street toward Madison.