Isaac's hand was warmed by the back of the young man's neck. Cristian refused to look at him. Perhaps you should have simply kissed him. He'd be feeling a lot better right now.
Isaac pushed the notion aside. A kiss—or anything else—wasn't going to solve Cristian's dilemma. The man was waging a losing battle, and that the earlier he accepted reality, the best off he would be. But no one could tell him what it was. He had to fight through it, and being driven one way or the other might have terrible consequences.
Cristian's anxiety bubbled to the surface. Isaac understood to keep his hand away from the man. “Cristian.” He began, unsure of what he wanted to say.
Cristian jolted awake and moved far away from Isaac, placing the water glass on the table. “I have to leave.” His remarks were th
