We made love a few times before Blake couldn’t do it anymore. I do not even know how he succeeded in doing it more than once, given his condition. His muscles were sore at the end, and I chose to help him with the bath. It was wonderful how comfortable the two of us were with one another. Nobody could say that we met after so long and that we had all these unspoken tensions between us. None of us were willing to say anything about them, though.
I rubbed his back and cleaned out his tiny cuts and contusions. I helped him chop off his beard and he promised me a haircut.
It was like the two of us were together. He never turned me down. And I enjoyed it. I was already exhausted from all the rejects.
And eventually, when we were both fresh and finished our breakfast with what I limited food
