Brian turned his head, his eyes finally focusing on Patrick’s face. “Why do you care… after what I did to you?”
Patrick ducked his head, sobs clenching his throat. He breathed in deep and shaky. “Because you’re my best friend and I love you and nothing will ever change that.”
Brian let Patrick help him to his feet and leaned on him as they walked back to the cars.
“Ride with me,” Patrick said. “We’ll come back for your car later.”
He got Brian settled in the passenger seat then slid in behind the wheel.
Brian stared at him, eyes red and puffy. “So?”
Patrick started the car and glanced at him. “So… what?”
Sniffing, Brian mumbled, “So… is he a good kisser?”
Patrick blinked, his lingering tears hazing his vision. “Yeah…”
Brian looked forward, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. “Good.”
