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Chance’s deep voice in his ear sent shivers down Drew’s spine, and he nodded before letting himself go limp and dropping the broken chair leg on the floor.
    Chance set him back on his feet and swiftly bent to grab the potential weapon. He looked at the remains of the chair and then back at Drew.
    Drew flushed, almost embarrassed at his outburst, but he could have sworn there was something akin to respect evident in those cool blue eyes.
    “I’m sorry, Drew, but I can’t let you do that. If you did, he’d just go out and pick up someone else. Do you understand?” Chance looked at him and waited for the words to sink in.
    Drew nodded. Chance was telling him if he killed himself, he’d be condemning some other poor gay man to death. Drew wasn’t that selfish.
    He walked over to the bed, grabbed the sheets and blankets from the floor, and started to remake it, ignoring the other man. By the time he was done, Chance had cleaned up the broken pieces of wood and made sure there was nothing else Drew could destroy in the room.
    “It was kind of pointless, you know.” Chance’s quiet voice broke the silence.
    Drew shrugged. “Would you sit and just quietly accept your fate, if it was you?”
    Chance looked at him for a moment and then shook his head. He didn’t say anything else, and after a moment more, he turned and left the room.
    Drew sat on the bed, totally worn out from being so angry, and finally maybe a little hungry.
    As if on cue, the door opened again, and Chance came back in carrying a tray. He put it on the bed and looked down at Drew. “You gonna eat that or throw it? I don’t feel like scrubbing it off the walls.”
    Drew looked at the plate and found that there was thick, cheesy lasagna and garlic bread, and it caused his stomach to growl loudly.
    He looked down and smiled shyly. “I guess I’ll eat it.” He picked up the plastic fork and dug in, moaning in appreciation at how good it was.
    He finished four bites before realizing Chance was still there, watching him. “Did you make this? And the other stuff?”
    Chance nodded.
    “It’s good. You’re an awesome cook. Some woman is going to be lucky to have you someday.” He said it without thinking, then mentally smacked himself.
    Chance just sighed. “I think we both know I’m never going to have a wife. It wouldn’t be fair to her.” When Drew really looked at him, he could see the man was clearly exhausted.
    “I’m sorry.” Drew wasn’t sure why he kept apologizing to Chance. It just seemed to spill out before he could stop it.
    Chance looked at him in surprise. “Why would you say that?”
    Drew looked him in the eye. “No one deserves a father like him.”
    They just stared at each other as Drew waited for the other man’s reaction. He wasn’t surprised when Chance turned and left the room.
    Drew looked down at his supper and then started to eat again. When he was done with the lasagna, he downed the cold glass of milk that had come with it before setting the tray back on the floor.
    He got up and walked over to the window to watch the sun set for what was probably the last time in his life. When it was dark, he looked at the stars for a while and then walked back over to sit on the edge of the bed.
    Putting his elbows on his knees, he clasped his hands and lowered his head before beginning to quietly pray.
    He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting there when the door opened once again.
    “Do you need to use the bathroom?” Chance’s voice was even lower than before. Drew nodded, and when he got closer he could see a ring of finger-shaped bruises on the other man’s throat. Without thinking, Drew reached up to touch but stopped himself before he could.
    He looked up and caught Chance’s eye, but he just shook his head and gestured to the bathroom. Drew kept his mouth shut and did what he needed to before walking quietly back to the bedroom.
    He walked into the room and turned back to look at Chance once more. Their