Ethan
He doesn't answer right away. We're still walking, breath fogging in the cold, and I can see him deciding how much of it he actually wants to hand me.
"He wasn't who I thought he was," Noah says finally. "Turns out being someone's boyfriend and being someone people are proud to be seen with aren't always the same thing to some guys. He wanted the second one. Didn't much care about the first."
"That's rough."
"It's fine now. Wasn't fine for a while." He shoves his hands deeper into his jacket pockets. "Anyway. Thanks for tonight. You didn't have to do that."
"I know."
We don't say anything else until we're back at the suite, shoes off, the quiet settling around us the way it does most nights, except tonight neither of us heads straight for our own room. He drops onto the couch i
