It was not Nate's fault. Lucien had wanted to go out that night. He thought it would be fun and it all went to shit. He didn't like thinking about that night, but every day he did play it over and over again in his head. What he could have done, what he should have done.
He snuggled into Nate, his eyes still closed. He felt so safe in his lover's arms. Here no one could touch them but his own mind. "I don't like it really, but I understand. We don't know his name and description alone could get way too many possibilities." he sighed again. "He doesn't want to put me in danger, he said you could identify him, but I am not letting you out of my sight." He his hands tightened on his boyfriend's shirt and he finally looked up into his eyes.
"I suggested being at the top of the stairs." They would be out of the way and could see him when he came in, if he came at all. What if he had just been passing through? "I don't really want to talk about it or him anymore."