Greg wasn't somebody who would ever be cowardly but he admitted he had been since they'd returned from the party. He had let Kevin flee to his own room and hadn't pushed for them to talk. Mostly because he didn't want to hear accusations or excuses. He wanted to be able to savour touching and being touched. To remember every single moment they'd had together, no matter how fleeting.
He'd been up for hours, brooding mostly. He sat in the living room chin resting on steepled fingers as he lost himself in thought. Hearing Kevin's voice he rose slowly and headed towards the door. Eyes flicked over his friend, noting the collar was already in place. "Let's go"