Chapter 9
It had been nearly twenty-four hours since Leo stumbled upon Dylan’s things and they remained in the drawer. Despite the words Caleb said as they parted ways, and how they made him feel as though he were floating, Leo hit the ground hard upon returning to his apartment. Sure, it was clean as a whistle now, but his discovery had considerably dulled things. He told Caleb that Dylan wasn’t coming back. That, however, did not keep him from wanting to open the door to find Dylan dancing around the living room.
Dylan wanted to be an entertainer and Leo spent so many hours, days, trying to convince him he had the right stuff. He could see the way the office job Dylan had burdened his soul, crushing his creative side. Leo wanted him to fly, was that so wrong? No, because he wanted him
