Bowie is back in Philadelphia and making a life for himself. New job, comfortable apartment, his family nearby. He's fine without Smith. Just fine. At least, he was fine until he came home from work to find the man who broke his heart waiting in his apartment. Asking for a favor. No apologies for months of silence. Bowie doesn't owe Smith anything. He should protect his own heart. He ought to keep far away from Smith. Never touch him again. Definitely not share a bed and pretend they're in love. Smith isn't fine. He's not sure he ever has been. Maybe there's something wrong with him, something that makes it impossible for people to care about him. There are only two people he loves enough to go out of his way for, and one of them is about to get married. His sister wants him at her wedding, and she wants to see him happy. Not telling her about his breakup is coming back to bite him in the ass. Pretending he and Bowie are still together is a tiny white lie. Who could it hurt ... other than Smith?
