He now wore a pair of Doug’s pajama bottoms with his blue tee shirt. Doug had changed into pajamas as well, and as he scooped a Dorito into the dip on the coffee table, he chuckled. “What?” Stewart asked, grinning as he took a sip of beer. “I don’t know,” he said. “I just got this weird feeling. We’re having a sleepover like a couple of preteen girls. We’re gonna eat snacks and talk about boys.”Doug plunked down at the other end of the couch, his feet up, facing Stewart. Stewart smiled at him. “Thank you,” he said. “For this. I needed it tonight.”“It’s been my pleasure, believe me,” Doug said. “So. Are you all right?”Stewart shrugged. “Corey’s been my best friend for a really long time. It hurts. But it’s happening. And it will be all right, eventually.”Doug’s lips tightened as he looked back at Stewart. He wasn’t sure how much probing he should do, how many questions he should ask. But there was one that dominated his thoughts, and he could hold it in no longer.
