Later, while we were eating ice cream in front of the TV, I said, “You want to watch a movie?”
“Whatever you want.”
“Reservoir Dogs?Haven’t seen that in years.”
“Sure,” he said.
I put the DVD in, and we watched the movie.
After a while, I noticed something.“Is it me, or is there a lot of gay subtext in this movie?”
“It’s not subtext.”
“Why am I only noticing it now?”
“Why do you think?”
“Oh.”I wondered how many other movies had gone over my head at the time.
We kept watching, and I didn’t know if it was all that gay text, but I stole little glances at him sitting at the other end of the couch, that sexy slouch he had, the way his leg was bent with his foot braced on the coffee table.
Then I looked from him to the TV and back again.
“Holy shit.You look like—”
“Don’t say it,” he said.
“You do.”
“I’ve been told that before.I don’t see it.”
“How can you not see it?You even walk the same way he does.That’s how I recognized you at the bus station when we met up again.”
“Jack said the same thing.I think he’s got a thing for that actor.I think it’s why he casts me.”
“I knew there was something.When we first met, I felt like I recognized you.I thought it was fate.”
“Oh no,” he said.“You never really liked me.Guess we’ll have to break up.”
I paused the movie.“Do you mean that?”
“What?No.I was kidding.”
“’Cause lately, we’ve been like roommates.Seems like you don’t want to touch me.”
“I touch you all the time,” he said.“We sleep in the same bed.”
“Yeah, but not like we used to.”
“I could use a little touching right now,” he said, and he gave me that look.
We stared at each other for a few seconds.
“You done with that?”I nodded at his empty bowl.
He passed it to me, and our fingers touched for a second.I brought our bowls to the kitchen and washed them.When I came back, I sat right beside him and put my arm around him.He leaned into me.
We hadn’t fooled around since I’d started therapy.I hadn’t been able to contemplate doing that.Until tonight.I’d forgotten how hot he was.
