He couldn’t talk. Couldn’t breathe.
Colby went on, “Not because of you. Not because you’ve been anything less than amazing—you’ve been so wonderful, this has all been so wonderful, you letting me stay here, letting me be with you, and—and I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this, with you, and I just want it to be good. I want you to be happy. I know I’m not the easiest to live with, but I’m trying, I’ve been trying, anything you want, because I want that too, and I can’t get this wrong, I can’t, except I have, because you’ve noticed, so…”
His voice shook; he stopped there, and shut his eyes.
Jason opened his mouth, closed it, scraped an answer out of the hollow of his chest. “You—you know I want you here. Not to make me dinner or buy me expensive scotch or—Jesus, fuck, Colby, have we been having sex every morning because Iwant to?”