Marcus walked over and handed him a clean rag for his hand. "You take everything so hard, Leo. You carry it like you’re the only one allowed to feel the weight."
His friend Marcus was helping him move. Marcus was the kind of guy who didn't say much but noticed everything. As they struggled to pivot a solid oak dresser through a narrow doorway, Leo’s grip slipped. The wood barked against his knuckles, drawing blood. gay taking hard
"It's not the dresser," Leo said, his voice thick. "I'm just tired of everything being a fight. Moving, working, dating... even just walking down the street feels like I'm bracing for a hit that hasn't landed yet." Marcus walked over and handed him a clean rag for his hand
"Start with the dresser," Marcus grinned, gripping the handle. "I’ve got the heavy end. You just guide it in." Marcus was the kind of guy who didn't