For the last year or so, he and Nikolas had both made more effort to show the shared nature of their lives in their living spaces. There were one or two pictures of Nikolas now, more of Ben, but some of them together, taken by their friends, which Ben had put up. They looked so unbelievably good together that it was hard to believe they were not models, actors, playing the roles of men deeply in love but trying not to show it. Perhaps they were—just working to a script by an unseen hand. Ben refused to think about it. He found a plate of sandwiches pushed in front of him and discovered they’d been back over an hour. He hadn’t moved from the kitchen table in that whole time, the minutes just passing him by. He winced at the food, felt nauseous and shoved the plate away. Squeezy sat down alongside him and slid it back. “If you get sick it’ll only please the fucker. Eat and stay healthy and say fuck you to him by doing that.”
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