Chapter 77

In his arms Dante sighs, a sad sound that ends in a forced laugh. “You know,” he murmurs, taking Ryan’s hand in his, “I can’t even begin to think out what I’m going to do. My mind just goes around in circles—it’s like I’m not comprehending this yet. I don’t have a job. I have no money, State’s coming up and I have no sponsorship, no funding, nothing.”

“I’m going to help,” Ryan begins.

Dante cuts him off. “You’re right, I should practice. But I don’t feel like it right now, okay? I’m just not in the mood.”

Pressing his lips to Dante’s shoulder, Ryan whispers into his shirt, “I know.”

With another abrupt laugh, Dante tells him, “I keep thinking I can practice tomorrow. Then I think no, I have to work. Then it’s like, no wait, I don’t have a job, remember?” His laugh dissolves into a sob, and Ryan closes his eyes, holds onto Dante as hard as he dares. “Oh God.” Squeezing Ryan’s hand, he says softly, “Tell me something happy, baby. Anything, just talk to me.”