“Okay?” he asks. His voice is so shaken, I wonder if that should be my line. I turn a little and lift my hand, letting it run through the soft hair at the side of his head, where it’s shorter than the top. He leans into it like a pet, still trying to catch his breath. “Yeah. You?” He doesn’t say yes. What he does say is, “Fuck,” which means nothing and everything at once.
