“What’s wrong?” Damien slurred sleepily, the concern not quite breaching the fog around him. There was a pause. Hakan shifted closer. Damien could almost imagine his warmth. “You’d tell me, right?” Hakan said quietly, as if he were sharing a secret. “You’d tell me, if you weren’t okay.” The quiet stretched between them, no less soft. Intimate. “Yeah. I’d tell you,” Damien replied, knowing that there wouldn’t be the slightest change to his scent. He closed his eyes, and the summer burned away.
