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than a couple. Not that it was likely, given Tork’s down-and-out status, but Adam couldn’t stop himself.
    He wanted to see inside Tork, to know him. He wanted, needed, to be vital to him. Even as he’d watched that raw emotion earlier on, he was both fearful and hungry. He hated that he wanted it so much, but that didn’t stop the craving.
    Adam had been here before, but last time he only watched from a distance, as Tork walked into the garages and then left an hour later.
    He crept, treading warily through rubbish. The silence began tapping away, telling him to go home and give up. Give up on the search, walk away from Tork altogether, maybe even the shelter, too. Life was so much easier being a boring fucking bastard than a handsome saviour traipsing through the ghetto.
    A green flicker caught his eye as he inched through the alleyways, causing him to step a few paces backwards and look to the left. It was an old doorway, full of bricks and rubbish, but a sliver of light led straight through into a garage.
    Tork was sitting on the floor, arms wrapped around his knees. His green hair stood up in spiky tufts, soft but deadly. Once Adam saw it, nothing on Earth could make him look away.
    He stood there, poised. If he went back now, no one would know. He could vanish back to his life and be free of this, whatever it was.
    But then he was moving forwards, squeezing through the doorway. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he demanded, more harshly than he really meant to, but he was angry at Tork for making him choose.
    Tork almost leapt off the floor in shock. He stared at Adam, his white face like a wax model. He looked like he used to, back before he came to life.
    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to shout. But we were worried. Next time, leave your phone on?” Adam felt himself melting, right down there on the filthy floor.
    “I—I didn’t think. No one ever worried about me before.”
    Adam awkwardly put his arms around Tork, trying to squeeze away the thoughts he’d had of rushing off. Now he saw that it was far too late to go back.
    “You don’t wanna come back here,” he whispered into the green head. “Let’s go home. You don’t have to talk, we can have a takeaway. Any takeaway you like! Pizza—I’ll buy us the best pizza in town! Any toppings, however big. You choose. My treat.”
    Adam rubbed his forehead against Tork’s hair, wishing to God he knew what to say. Throwing money at Tork never had worked, but it was worth a try.
    What the fuck had Tork’s dad done to him anyway? He felt strong arms sliding around his waist.
    “You don’t have to buy me, Adam. I’m free,” Tork whispered, squeezing him back.
    “ Free? You are not bloody free! Cost me a tram ticket to come to this…corner of heaven.” Adam snorted, as warm lips met his.
    All Adam’s previous hookups and boyfriends were so pliant they made him sick—all waiting for him to position them as he liked, hanging on his every word— but Tork’s hand gripped his hair almost painfully, yanking his head so he could not move.
    Adam might as well admit it; he was lost in the bewildering whirlpool of green hair, strong hands and a voice that was wound around his heart.
    He held Tork’s hand on the way back to the tram and told him about the art class, college, his new jeans, anything except what was in the air around them. He even mentioned the Summer Ball dance at the end of the summer term, thinking of Tork in a tuxedo. But—but—
    Tork’s dad.
    How bad could it be? He thought of Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader, and somehow it all got mixed up in there, with pizza and the image of Tork sitting on the floor of that foul garage.
    How had life gone so wrong for someone like Tork?
    His words seemed to get faster and faster, as if he knew where they were inevitably leading, until they finally got to the tram stop, and he blurted it out.
    “Your dad. Was it sexual abuse?”
    Tork stared at him, his mouth a perfect O of shock.
    “Oh my god. I