“I’m saying I don’t know,” Tommy corrects. “I’m saying I want to be him and I want to take you on stupid dates and get you silly gifts and sit next to you at lunch and talk about work. Or sit on top of a building and talk about being heroes or space or shit.”

He just doesn’t know how. One day Kyle was a dude he knew, the next the guy was a boyfriend he was overly smitten with. And he needed to know.