“Listen to me,” Justin said. His voice was, finally, gentle, like Wes remembered from Paris when they spoke to each other at night, their sweat cooling on each other’s skin. “No one chooses what risks I take. No one decides for me what I think is worth it. You had no right to make that decision for me.” “But—” “No buts. If you wanted to end us because you wanted it to be over, fine. But if you ended us because you thought you were saving me…” He shook his head. “That’s my job. Respect me enough to let me weigh the risks and make the choice.”
