Of course, he’ll forget the two months we
spent apart because he let Dixon convince him it would be for the
best. Silly boy. I’m not going to let him do that to us again—when
this is over with and we head back to the station, I’m going to
tell him straight up, I’m happier with him, no matter how far away
he is. If I go to bed alone, I want to know that he’s out there
somewhere dreaming of me, I want to know that he’s looking forward
to coming back to me, I want to know he’s mine. Fuck Dixon. If he
tries to talk Dylan into thinking we’re better off apart… well, I
just won’t let him. That’s all there is to it.
As I look around the sterile room, I almost
hear Dylan’s voice, seductive, convincing, urgent. Evan, listen,
really, what do you say? An hour, that’s it. Make your rounds, do
what you need to do, and let me have some downtime with my boy,
what’ll it hurt? Just some quality time, that’s all I’m asking for
here, that’s it.
And he’ll come back and say, We have to