He’d let so much bullshit, so many toxic people, guide him in the past. He’d made so many terrible decisions, and valued all the wrong things. But somehow it had all led to this moment, sitting on the floor of a drab office while his wonderful boyfriend handed him tissues. “I love you,” Troy said. It was terrible timing; he had red eyes, a snotty nose, a hoarse voice, and they were both at work, but he couldn’t help it. He loved Harris, and he needed him to know.
