Chapter 68

“You okay?” Tom Alan asked him.

“Yeah.” Milo turned, rubbing a lot of his stuff on a lot of Tom Alan’s, to look him into his eyes. “You?”

“Yeah. Yeah…I’m good,” Tom Alan said. “You keeping up?”

“Mostly,” Milo admitted. “I think.”

“Good.” Tom Alan knew his words were clunky and rambling. Emotion wasn’t a good editing tool. “Mostly” was all he wanted. “So, my papa first saw the scars when I was sixteen. He accidentally walked in on me, too. Like the creep had.” He paused for a brief, light moment. “What in heck is it with me and not locking doors?”

Milo reached up and touched his smile. A finger went into his mouth. Tom Alan played with it just a moment, licked at it, and…He took it away after a while, and guided it to his shoulder, so he could talk some more.

Milo moved it to Tom Alan’s chest.