Bruce doesn’t answer.
“Where are we going?” he asks, taking a coat Bruce offers him. It’s Peter’s coat, a barn jacket that still smells of Peter’s cologne. When Jory puts it on, he feels enveloped with warmth and love, as if Peter himself is holding him close.
What’s his jacket doing here if he isn’t? Jory’s mind whispers.
He shakes the thought away. Breathing deep his lover’s lingering scent, Jory says, “I don’t think I should leave. I want to be here when Peter gets back.”
“We won’t be long,” Bruce assures him, slipping into his own jacket. “There’s something I think you need to do, Jory. Something I think you need to see. Maybe that will make it real for you, I don’t know. If it doesn’t…”
With a glance at Jory to make sure he’s ready, Bruce opens the front door. A blast of cold win
