Angus pulled his arm away again to glance over at Ben. The living room was dark, but the light spilling from the entryway allowed him to see Ben’s face. His eyes were intense and fixed on Angus, and his lips were pressed into a thin line.
Angus straightened and scooted over until their thighs were touching. “I feel like I want to tell someone everything,” he whispered, not dropping his gaze from Ben’s.
“I’m right here,” Ben whispered back, placing his hand on Angus’s thigh.
Angus felt something akin to relief flood through him and he blinked back tears. Maybe sharing would help. Hell, the counselor he’d seen for an entire year following the accident had tried telling him that, but even she hadn’t been able to break through his barriers. Yet here was Ben, ready and willing to listen. It was up to Angus to take the leap.
He took a deep breath and jumped.