Airport scenes didn't come close. The revolving door gave snippets of an image into the deeper recesses of the Center. The men and women who were kept there. But even with vision unfocused, Dan matched the face he glimpsed with the man who'd shared his bed and his home so many times in such a short time, he'd practically become a fixture there.
He looked tired, he thought, but okay. He couldn't be sure, it was all too soon but in a fraction of a second, the door was closed again and he couldn't see him anymore. It wouldn't be long before he was allowed past that threshold, surely, but every moment felt like an hour.