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Sometimes it was a kindness to let unpleasant things rest, but sometimes silence transformed an ordinary event into something darker, something taboo.
Leo’s only answer was to slide James’s braces down his shoulders and start in on his shirt buttons. “Just so you know,” James said a little breathlessly, “I’m viewing this as first aid.”
He didn’t care how misled James Sommers was to think that Leo could ever be a person who deserved soft, lingering glances or outrageously chaste moments of fondness. He didn’t care at all, because he was greedy and grasping and he would just go ahead and add that to his list of sins.
For the first time in his adult life, Leo felt in danger of crying, so instead he cleared his throat and looked away and did useless things to the fire.
Maybe that was what it took to build a life—the recognition that there was always going to be someone giving and someone taking. It didn’t have to be equal and it didn’t have to even make sense.
