Role Model

“I love you,” Troy said.

It was terrible timing; he had red eyes, a snotty nose, a hoarse voice, and they were both at work, but he couldn’t help it. He loved Harris, and he needed him to know.

Harris’s eyes were suddenly a little wet too. “Troy...” he whispered.

Troy started laughing, his body shaking with as much force as when he’d been crying. “I’m sorry,” he squeaked out.

But then Harris’s arms were around him, fierce and tight. Harris kissed his temple. “I love you, too. God, Troy. Of course I do.”

“Maybe a bit. I don’t know. I shouldn’t feel bad for him. It’s just weird, I guess. We were tight for a long time.”

“Sometimes it’s hard to stop caring about someone, no matter how much you know you should.” The way Wiebe said it made Troy think he was probably speaking from experience, but he didn’t ask.

“I was only able to book it on short notice because someone canceled, so I had to book the same package they had.”

“Unless it was the You Have to go Home Immediately package, I don’t care.”

“It’s the Lovebird Getaway. So it might be a bit...much.”

Harris’s eyes went even wider. “Is this our honeymoon?”

Troy elbowed him. “Calm down.”