The door opened as Luigi
drove up the driveway of a charming wooden cottage, surrounded by a
beautiful garden full of deciduous trees and itself festooned with
creepers and flower boxes. Cody and another man—what was his name
again? ah yes, Michael—came out onto the veranda. The air was
light and clear, though the sun wasn't yet over the mountains' edges.
It was going to be a beautiful day. Luigi didn't think about any of
that but felt only his heart turn upside down as he saw Cody's
familiar face. He wanted to take Cody into his arms, to kiss him and
comfort him, to make him smile again. But he stood stiffly, all at
once discomposed by all that had passed between them in the last few
weeks. Cody stared at him, his face so sad, so lost and lonely that
Luigi forgave him all he'd done. I'm not starting up with him
again, he thought, no way. I forgive him. We can be friends.
I'll help him. But things can never be what they were. And
then he thought, fuck it, and put his arms round Cody and
pulled him into a tight hug.
Cody burst into tears.
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