resent it, not when it was saving him
again. He was embarrassingly flushed, too tense to sleep,
trembling, and Everett was still smiling at him.
The heating vent to Everett"s room had never been fully
functional, but that wasn"t why Alex shook. For all their
closeness as children, as teenagers, it had been years since
he had seen Everett"s long bare limbs, or his stomach, or the
lines of his back as he moved. It was like seeing him for the
first time in his man"s body, patches of hair and unknown
muscle, enough to make Alex close his hands tight, as
though he was holding on to a scrap of wax paper again.
Everett had always been tall, though he had only filled
out toward the end of high school. His grace had been harder
to achieve, but there was no sign that he"d ever been
awkward as he bent and twisted and revealed almost every
inch of himself as he dealt with his dirty clothes and grabbed
his toothbrush to head down the hall.
Everett was a ridiculously brave child grown into a
ridiculously brave man, with a glow of faith in his eyes that
even Alex had failed to dim for long. It had been there by
that very window, and in a hospital psych ward, in Alex"s
apartment amid a pile of trash and stupid convenience store
crap, and after hearing stories of drugs and sex with people
Alex couldn"t even remember.
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“If I drug my mind….” If he stayed drugged was what he
had meant, but Everett had understood. They had finished
each other"s sentences often enough. “What if I’m no longer
me, afterward? What if I won’t have anything more to say?”
He had only gone on medication reluctantly the first time,
and when he"d stopped it, the depression had been a
hundred times worse than before. Endless weakness and
apathy mixed with thoughts that had been anything but
rational, repeating over and over behind his eyes what a
disappointment he was, reminding him of how much time
Everett and people like him had already wasted on him.
His first thought, upon seeing Everett again after the
awareness that he was alive, was the realization that the
thoughts that had nearly destroyed him had nearly
destroyed Everett too. But he hadn"t recognized until months
later, while in therapy and on a high dose of lithium, that
everyone had known that but him. It had been obvious to
everyone else what he meant to Everett, but he had been
blind to it.
He had let himself fall for Everett"s tricks and never let
himself wonder why Everett had used them. He was not used
to thinking of Everett as scared, but he must have been to
use such obvious ruses. He might still be. If Alex didn"t make
a move first, he might find out. He might use pilfered liquor
and the idea of kissing practice, but Everett, if he still
wanted him, would try. Alex only wanted him more for his
bravery.
Even after Alex"s failed suicide, Everett had had to try,
and Alex had let him. Their friendship, their bond, whatever
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others chose to call the link between them, meant a lot to
Everett. He might have said anything to keep Alex going, but
Alex had wanted to believe him and hadn"t cared.
“Write to me, even when I’m here. You’ll have something
to say, I promise. And I’ll want to read it.” Everett would
never say that it was when the words had stopped that he"d
been worried enough to come to see him, that it was the lack
of words that had made him break into Alex"s apartment and
save his life. Everett had merely touched Alex"s shoulders
and Alex"s face and sat holding his hand and asked him for
letters , knowing that writing was breathing to him.
“Everett, you are a blessing,” Alex murmured as Everett
came back into the room, and Everett stopped. His
expression was a combination of startled and embarrassed.
Alex had paid him many compliments over the years, but
never anything so close to the truth. Alex held still, and