He’d just gotten a call from Luka, on a friend’s phone apparently, saying he’d be there in half an hour and asking whether Peter wanted him to pick up anything. As it turned out, he did. The last pack of baby wipes had a broken seal, and the wipes had dried up, so he asked Luka to pick up some more. This was weird too, how domestic it was, and he could tell by the sound of Luka’s voice that he wasn’t the only one that thought so. He was still a little freaked out by the fact that he’d gotten hard looking at a man—and not just any man, but his best friend. And that was another thing. Could he still call Luka his best friend after twenty years’ absence? This was so frustrating. He hated not being in control. A few times over the years he’d thought about what it would be like to find Luka again, but never in those scenarios was Luka gay. Then again, Luka wasn’t with a woman either.
