“You being here isn’t an accident, Myles. You haven’t been back in Coal’s in over half a decade. Why are you here?” You, I want to shout at the top of my lungs. Instead, I opt for the cowardly response of, “My family.” “Right.” Tristan nods but his visible disappointment fills me with guilt for lying to him; I’m only here for him. He looks away in thought for a moment and mutters, “Fuck it,” before taking my face in his hands and kissing me.
