Chapter 8

“Okay, then.”

“Have I ever told you,” Kris said wearily, “how much I don’t deserve you?” The floor was getting extra-hard; he thought he could probably get up now. His tea was waiting without demanding attention, up on the coffee table.

“You have,” Reggie said, “but you can always say it again. Check in with me tomorrow, maybe?”

“Sure.”

“Love you both,” Reg said, and got off the phone; if Kris was any judge, his former-bassist-turned-vineyard-owner was already planning care packages to send them.

The thought made him smile. Reggie did care. Justin had friends; Kris and Justin had friends.

He peeled himself off the floor, and went to sit with his husband. 3