The Gate
Between Chris flicking me in the ear and the butterflies doing the Kentucky Derby in my stomach, I was a pretty big mess.
“Stop it,” I finally told Chris.
“Would you relax?” He said. “It’s not like he’s going to yell at you right here in the airport.” I suppose he did have a point. After all, we would want to save some fun for back at the apartment.
“There he is,” Chris said, pulling me out of my head.
The look on Matt’s face as the escalator descended to the terminal level of the airport was one I remembered quite well.
Almost 2 and a half years ago, the three of us had taken the red eye from LA to Raleigh-Durham and the two things I wanted most that morning were a very strong cup of coffee and a soft bed somewhere down the road.
How anyone is able to sleep on a plane is beyond me.
The drive back to my apartment was quiet, with Matt curled in a ball in the back seat and Chris sitting next to him. Even through all the heartache and anger, the bond between Matt and Chris never faded and even after 6 months apart, you could clearly see that they still loved each other.
After a shower, Matt went to bed after issuing very strict instructions not to wake him up unless the building were on fire.