A single tear leaked out from Phillip’s right eye. It trailed over the bridge of his nose before it fell onto the pillow. “I’d like that that very much.”
David kissed him again, slow and sweet.
They were almost asleep when Phillip spoke again. “Hey.”
“Hi.”
“We should make waffles. In the morning. I think I’d like that.”
Then he was gone, eyes fluttering shut.
And before David followed him, before he allowed himself to believe for the first time in a very long time that things might just be okay, he whispered two words.
Two words meant for the man sleeping beside him.
Two words meant for a girl named Alice, out there somewhere in the world.
He was asleep a moment later.
Olive juice.