Sasha’s tears rained down on Sergey’s white shirt, but he stroked his hand up and down Sasha’s arm. Sasha’s head fell to Sergey’s shoulder, tears still falling as he breathed shallowly through his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut. Sergey rolled his head back, resting it on the top of the metal headboard. He would dare tomorrow. He would speak. If it was the last thing he did.
