Won’t change anything, indeed. Balls. They’d needed one another with a clawing urgency, and Luke had said—what he’d said—and Rufus had pretended not to hear because he hadn’t known how to respond. And then he’d been occupied with family affairs all morning and not so much as spoken to Luke, after he’d laid himself bare— Shit and derision. He should have spoken to him, shouldn’t he? Even just to say Good morning and we’ll talk later. Not just tupped him, and told him it changed nothing, and left him alone, stewing over what must feel like a rejection.
