Chapter 129

“No,” Ryan agrees, “I can’t. But I can shut him the fuck up.”

Dante buries his face into Ryan’s neck and kisses the tender flesh. “If you want to walk,” he whispers, “let me help you. I’m right here, Ryan. You don’t have to do it alone.”

* * * *

They sit on the floor for hours, Dante against the couch with his knees up and Ryan in the space between his legs, leaning back on his chest. His head rests on Dante’s shoulder and Dante’s arms encircle him, keeping him close. He’s not letting go.

The tears have passed, though Dante still trembles when the scene flashes through his mind unbidden, Ryan on the floor, his legs twisted. He can’t seem to push the image away, can’t seem to let it go, even though he holds his boyfriend tight and he knows Ryan isn’t hurt. But it shook him up more than he’d like to admit and every time he thinks of it, he kisses Ryan again, his neck, his cheek, his lips, anywhere to prove to himself that he’s okay.