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37 pages
First published May 20, 2009





He started to plan things out. He'd call again tomorrow, after lunch. Then once more, in the evening of the next day, perhaps. And after that . . .
After that the sensible thing to do would be to drop it and not try again. He smiled wryly. Somehow it felt a little late in the day for being sensible. Five days away, surrounded by people he loved, and he had missed spending time with Toreth. They'd gone without seeing each other for much longer than that before.
Something had changed.
He could put his finger on the exact moment the change occurred: as he stood in the darkened bedroom, looking down at Toreth in the light from the door and realising that he liked it. Liked seeing him asleep in his bed. Liked the idea of watching him wake up. Liked the way that the flat felt different, warmer and more alive. And he'd felt a sudden need to make pancakes, which was a clear warning sign. The last time he'd felt it had been with Lissa. It meant an incipient urge for domesticity, and this time with such an unlikely object.