He wants to say something, just to remind Dane how much he doesn’t want to be here, just so his lover realizes what he’s sacrificing for him, so he leans across the table and whispers loudly, “I don’t see what his appeal is.”
Dane rubs his thigh and smiles at him like an indulgent parent to a child. Then he leans back against Krish—it’s dark and no one sees them, Krish glances around to make sure no one’s looking their way. With his head against Krish’s shoulder, Dane snuggles into him, takes one of Krish’s hands between both of his, laces their fingers together and as Blake starts in on his first song, he whispers, “Just listen.”
Listen. Krish hears the music and doesn’t like it, but now he’s got other things to think about, like Dane’s elbow resting across his crotch, the slight erecti
