Anonymous sent: David watches you with a curious faraway look in his eyes. "I was wondering," he begins, a little unsure, "if tonight we might not...Well." You sense his distress, and nod. "Just sleep?" you ask. He relaxes a little, smiles. It's a little forced, even for him. You hold out your arms and he moves forward, lays next to you and lets you embrace him. "Please." His voice is barely more than a whisper. Neither of you move for a very long time. You think you feel dampness on your shirt.