Familiar Points
The world had shrunken down, somehow.
He stared out of the window silently, then turned to the TV. That would be his comfort for the next few days.
Chris was headed back out on the road.
The idea didn't instill him with fear; his mother, after all, would be moving in to the apartment to take care of him while Chris was away. But he remained saddened by Vince's continued insensitivity to the plight of his wrestlers. Even in the most serious situations the demand was to march on with life.
Chris was a nervous wreck. He tried not to show it.
"Can you really move? Are you sure?"
He waved his hand, weakly (cursing the muscle relaxers and painkillers beneath his breath), "I'll be OK." He insisted.
Chris frowned, "A nurse had to give you a sponge bath this morning. You're anything but OK."
Adam sighed. "I know you want to do it, but that'd start something we can't finish now." He felt guilty even expressing it.
Chris smiled, tiredly, "Adam, I'm not going to ask you to have sex after major neck surgery."
Adam effected wide-eyed innocence, "That didn't stop you!"
"No, that didn't stop you." He bent over the couch, placing a gentle kiss on Adam's brow, "You're not very good at holding back."
"Thanks," He said, taking his lover's words as a compliment.
There was a loyalty between them, a beautiful loyalty that held jealousy at bay. Therefore he didn't fear the notion of Chris cheating on him. Not after the hours he had spent worrying about Adam's surgery. Through a haze of painkillers, he had been aware that Chris was a nervous wreck throughout his hospital stay.
A knock at the door informed him of his mother's entrance into the house. There was a sweet hug, shared between the two most important people in his life; his mother had grown to accept Chris, a thrilling prospect for the future.
For the future, when he could pee by himself.
There were lingering kisses, a brief wave from Chris, and a slow disappearance from the house. A small chill seemed to taint the room as Chris left the stratosphere.
If there was a time to hold on, just as surely there was a time to let go.