“That’s where it happened,” Tonio said, pointing up at the bridge above the stage. He was showing him because Kurt had asked him to.
“I’ve never been backstage at a theater, so I don’t have a visual. Maybe I’m being a bit bloodthirsty, but after what I’ve been through, it’s kind of, well, not nice but at least a relief to know others…you’ve been there, too.”
“I get it,” Tonio replied. He and Kurt had seen as much of the neighborhood around the boarding house as Kurt could stand before saying he was getting majorly depressed that he’d never be able to do the things he used to. “Like eat out, or walk down the street hand-in-hand with someone I care about. Oh, hell, sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Tonio replied, understanding why he’d apologized. “I’ve resigned myself to the fact that’s not going to h
