Let's Make Beautiful Music Together

Cecilio Rossi tended to Franklin for six weeks. For six weeks, they never had sex nor so much as touched each other besides the casual comforting gestures and occasional forehead and hand kisses, only spending nights talking and talking.

Despite this, he had immediately become Cecilio's favorite customer. He looked forward to his visit every two or three days. 

There is just so much melancholy inside this man that he felt like a gardener nipping at the weeds that had grown around. He picked them one at a time, enjoying the sense of satisfaction of being able to slowly get rid of them so the pretty flower could bloom.