Things had been different, and not in a good way. Ever since Milian had told him about the disease, Brady couldn't help but feel like there was something that had come between them. Maybe it was the fact that they both knew that it was there at all times, or maybe it was just that they hadn't really talked about it. They were still together almost every day, but things weren't quite the same, and Brady had noticed it in Milian's eyes. Sex was even different, even when they lost themselves to the passions of their bodies something was holding them back. And instead of ignoring it for another week, Brady wanted to confront it and move forward; this stagnancy was stifling and he wanted them to be completely happy again.
On his way over to Milian's flat, he thought over their most recent conversation. He couldn't actually believe that Milian had thought all those things. No matter what, the last thing he wanted to happen was for Milian to think he didn't care anymore, because he really, really did.
When he finally reached the front door, he inhaled deeply, shifting the strap of his leather bag on his shoulder. This talk probably wasn't going to be easy, but they needed to get everything out in the open. Reaching out with his hand, Brady took hold of the door knob and slowly turned it, pushing the door open and stepping through the threshold. He immediately spotted Milian on the couch before he turned to close the door, already feeling the tension in the air.
"Hey," he said, turning around, placing his bag on the table near the front entrance.