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He then tottered into the bathroom to give himself a once-over before getting dressed.

He leaned forward, ruffling the white-blonde hair piled on top of his head. His bright green eyes still hadn't adjusted to the fluorescent lighting of the bathroom, and he squinted back at his reflection. Caleb took a step backward to look at his body. He had never liked the way his body looked, but other people seemed to enjoy it, so he didn't mind too much. His frame was slender and graceful, but he didn't look starved and bony, and was covered in a smooth and flawless ivory. 'Too short, too skinny, too pale,' Caleb thought as he slid on a tight pair of bright blue, knee-length shorts. The grey and white striped T-shirt he pulled over his head was about three sizes too big for his slight body, but looked almost elegant as it draped fluidly from his shoulders. He stuffed his feet into a pair of dark brown suede moccasins and with one final shake of his hand through his fair hair, he was out the door.


Caleb wasn't sure how to feel as he approached Thom's door. He loved Thom so dearly, he would do anything to comfort him, but he couldn't help but feel relieved that this Julian guy was out of his life. He immediately scolded himself for having such thoughts, but it made them no less pertinent to his situation.

Caleb rapped his knuckles softly on Thom's door and almost immediately he could her the clicking of locks on the other side. He had been waiting.

As the door swung open smoothly, Caleb's heart broke for the umpteenth time since he had come to know Thom. Thom stood, dressed in just a pair of long pajama pants, his already normally shaggy hair a tangled mess. His eyes were bloodshot and still rimmed with tears. He was the dismal exemplification of despair. He sniffled quietly as he stepped aside, allowing Caleb entrance.

Caleb stepped in and turned to watch Thom's unbearably slow movements as he closed and locked the door behind them. As Thom turned to face him, he motioned with a limp arm toward the sofa. "Have a seat," he mumbled, his blocked sinuses causing his voice to sound odd and flat. Caleb sat as Thom plodded into the kitchen, coming back with two glasses of ice water.

"Thanks so much for coming. I know it's late," Thom said, sitting back on the sofa and taking a long sip from his glass.

Caleb frowned slightly as he reached out to rest a hand on Thom's shoulder, "It's fine. I don't mind. Really. You know I'd do anything to help you."

Thom tilted his head so it gently pinned Caleb's cool hand between the warm flesh of Thom's cheek and shoulder in a tender gesture. A silent thank-you. Caleb delighted in the affection he gave out so freely, but the doleful look on Thom's face kept his feet on the ground.

After a moment of silence, Caleb felt as if he should initiate the conversation he was here to have. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly, his fingers fanning out against Thom's rough and unshaven cheek as he withdrew his hand.

Thom looked down at his hands folded in his lap, "Yeah. I guess I need to, don't I?"

Caleb didn't respond, he just waited for Thom.

"Well, there's not much to say about it. I had gone to stay with my parents for the long weekend, and decided last minute to come back one day early. When I got back to the apartment, Julian was in bed with some other guy. I have no idea who it was," Thom said, sniffling once more, "I threw him out and I called you. And now you're here." Thom shrugged as he looked up at Caleb. Tears began to glisten around Thom's eyes again as they stayed locked with Caleb's.

"It's just.

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