“I think I’m gay in any state.” His face lit with a grin. “Fuck, I’ve never said that before. But I think I am.” “Think?” Akiva asked, lightly teasing. “How can I be certain?” Eitan’s eyes were laughing. The creases beside them didn’t quite fade. Akiva pressed his mouth there, to the lines that would only deepen as Eitan got older, as he became more and more himself, someone who smiled because life was full of things to smile over.
