"“Then you may have to leave.”
Hans felt the blood drain from his face, and Boris added, “I am not saying it is all your fault. I have fallen in love with you. I am to blame for that. But I do not know how Thomas will react.”
“You still love Thomas, don’t you?”
“Of course.”
“So do I!”
Boris sighed and shook his head. “I do not think he will understand, puppy. Not right away.”
Boris hadn’t been willing to talk about it further. He’d retreated to his study and left Hans to fret about it the rest of the afternoon. Would Thomas actually send him away because he’d fallen in love with Boris?
But I love him too! I love them both.
Did it matter? Maybe Thomas wasn’t willing to share that much of Boris. Maybe Hans had finally gone too far. Boris had, too, of course, but Thomas wouldn’t send Boris away. He might think getting Hans out of the house would be enough to make Boris forget him.
When Thomas came home, Hans ran to the door like a faithful dog, terrified he’d be punished but unable to endure the agony of not knowing for one minute longer.
“Well, hello, puppy!” Thomas said, amused. He looked more closely at Hans’s face and cocked an eyebrow. “Is something wrong?”
“I….”
“We have something to talk about,” Boris said behind him"
Hans felt the blood drain from his face, and Boris added, “I am not saying it is all your fault. I have fallen in love with you. I am to blame for that. But I do not know how Thomas will react.”
“You still love Thomas, don’t you?”
“Of course.”
“So do I!”
Boris sighed and shook his head. “I do not think he will understand, puppy. Not right away.”
Boris hadn’t been willing to talk about it further. He’d retreated to his study and left Hans to fret about it the rest of the afternoon. Would Thomas actually send him away because he’d fallen in love with Boris?
But I love him too! I love them both.
Did it matter? Maybe Thomas wasn’t willing to share that much of Boris. Maybe Hans had finally gone too far. Boris had, too, of course, but Thomas wouldn’t send Boris away. He might think getting Hans out of the house would be enough to make Boris forget him.
When Thomas came home, Hans ran to the door like a faithful dog, terrified he’d be punished but unable to endure the agony of not knowing for one minute longer.
“Well, hello, puppy!” Thomas said, amused. He looked more closely at Hans’s face and cocked an eyebrow. “Is something wrong?”
“I….”
“We have something to talk about,” Boris said behind him"
