“I really love you,” Eddie says without exactly planning to. He half expects Mark to become extremely busy somewhere else in the apartment or to start a fight about why Eddie is wrong, but instead Mark’s face goes a mottled red. “What, like that’s news?” Eddie asks, trying not to laugh. But he hasn’t actually told Mark before, not in so many words. “It’s not news,” Mark says, scathing and fond, and starts filling an old milk crate with record albums.
