Excessica Anthology BOX SET Winter

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hand reaching down to curl even in sleep
around the beer can sitting on the floor.
    As Spencer
slides the can from Ronnie's loose grip, Brad says he should probably be going
himself: "I have an early rehearsal tomorrow." Spencer looks up and
opens his mouth, then shuts it again wordlessly. "I'll help you bring him
back to his place," Brad offers with a grin.
    "No, it's
okay." Spencer moves around to the armrest by Ronnie's head and reaches
under his shoulders to slide him into a more comfortable position. "I
don't mind him crashing here."
    "Let me
help with this, at least," Brad says, bringing Ronnie's foot over from the
back of the sofa and untying his shoelaces.
    At the door,
Brad thanks Spencer for his hospitality and bids him good night.
    "Good
night," Spencer returns. Then as Brad is turning in the doorway, Spencer
says, "I don't dislike the violin." Brad turns back. "I just
asked him to keep the music down because it reminded me." He stops. Feels
himself breathe. Goes on: "Of you."
    "So it's me
you don't like." There's sadness in Brad's eyes, though he's still trying
to smile. "I see."
    No ,
Spencer wants to say, but once again his thickened tongue obscures that and
half the other words in his mouth, and the only ones that make it out are,
"Things lost."
    Brad looks at
him again. Really looks at him, and Spencer wants to look away so badly that he
does—but then he somehow manages to look back. He knows the fragment
wasn't enough, but all the other words have been swallowed. Those words, still
thick, are now in his throat; he's lucky he can breathe.
    "So you
don't dislike me?" Brad says.
    Spencer shakes
his head, then sorts through the double negative and nods. Then he isn't sure
that's the right response, either, so he stops and looks at Brad.
    "You like
me?" The smile sidles back to Brad's mouth.
    Spencer nods
again.
    "Then I'll
come by and say hi the next time I visit Ronnie," Brad says. "And
maybe sometime I could just come visit you."
    Spencer looks
down and runs his tongue along his lip. He looks up again, right into Brad's
eyes for a moment before his gaze slides off-center. "When do you think
you might come by?"
    "I could
probably come next Tuesday."
    Spencer nods.
"Okay," he says. He even smiles.
    * *
* *
    When Brad comes
to see Ronnie the next Tuesday, he also knocks on Spencer's door, just like he
said he would. He does the same the following Tuesday, and the one after that.
Then the next Tuesday, he says maybe he'll come see Spencer on Friday without
stopping in at Ronnie's first, and Spencer says okay, and Brad smiles. He's
smiling on Friday when Spencer opens the door, and Spencer smiles, too.
    They don't do
anything that Friday. They sit in Spencer's room, talking and drinking. It
turns out to be fine, and afterwards Spencer doesn't know what he was so
nervous about. It's just like hanging out with Ronnie, only without the
pornography.
    The next Friday
is the same, talking and drinking and fine. The Friday after, they get a little
hungry, so they walk to the convenience store, where they get snack cakes for
Brad's sweet tooth and three different kinds of potato chips because variety,
Spencer says, is the spice of life. The words sound a lot stupider coming out
of Spencer's mouth than they did in his head, but Brad laughs anyhow, like
Spencer has been clever, and Spencer can't help smiling back. When they check
out, the old woman behind the counter says, as always, "Nice day for a
race."
    "Oh, I
know!" Brad grins and chimes in with her: "The human race!"
    Spencer shakes
his head at them, but he doesn't disagree.
    As they're walk
back to the apartment, Brad mentions that the Symphony's season is opening next
week with Tchaikovsky’s Winter Dreams . Spencer smiles at Brad to let him
know it's all right to talk about classical music. Brad smiles back and starts
talking about it more—and then suddenly he says, "I got a ticket for
you, if you want to come."
    It's not
actually sudden. If a person had been

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