Sorin blinked, shaken from his internal argument by Anthony's voice, asking if he was all right. No, no he really wasn't. He hadn't been, not for a long time, but he couldn't say that now. Instead, he gave a wry smile and caught himself, pressing his back against the stone wall once again firmly, as if it might keep him from forgetting himself.
"Yes," he said quietly, and was about to say something else when a memory of his grandmother suddenly popped into his head. Something she'd said once about having only one chance to do things the right way.
She'd been right. Sorin believed in the concept that we all only live once, and there are no true second chances. It was with that in mind that he threw caution and his screaming inner voice to the wind. More quickly and fluidly than he'd have thought possible, he had placed one hand against Anthony's cheek and pressed his mouth against the other boy's in a chaste but damning kiss.