Oregonal Sin

Yet another morning, yet the same empty spot in the bed to wake up to. It's a little frightening, how quickly Benjamin's grown to expect John to be there, and now each morning brings its small dose of disappointment. Only small. At least John is in the house. At least John isn't running. Only small, but it piles up.

"Do you know, I don't think the house could get any cleaner," he greets him after dressing up and making his way downstairs.