[ The kiss breaks all too soon. Too chaste too brief, but perhaps that's all he can hope to expect. All he deserves. But when Chris let's go of his hands, tells him a few days it feels like a dismissal.

And it hurts.

Words form on his tongue, unwanted.

Don't send me away. I can fix this.I love you. I wanted to tell you. Don't go.

He swallows them down again, letting them churn and fester in his stomach instead. Best not to say it. Best just to do as Chris suggests. ]

It doesn't have to be as fancy as all that. I'd be happy just to go sit on the beach with you and talk about nothing. You know all I need is your company.