Nikolai curled up around a pillow on his bed and listened to Beethoven’s ‘Moonlight Sonata’ on repeat. He heard the door to his bedroom open, and he didn’t even feel a flutter of hope that Guy was the silhouette in the doorway. He simply hugged his pillow tighter as he felt a weight on the bed and long fingers stroking his hair.

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Guy’s mind was full of fog. A sticky, beer-ridden fog that just managed to block out Nikolai’s face and make Guy think of something more important – his penis. He moved from his stool towards a stool farther down the bar where a lady, he squinted to try to guess her age, but decided it could be anywhere between 30 and 40, sat alone. Over the sound of music pounding into the bar, he offered to buy her a drink, but she replied, “I’m with someone.”

David has spent two years grieving for the loss of his partner to cancer. When he decides to move on, he visits a gay bar for the sole purpose of hooking up with someone—in spite of his concerns that as he's in his mid-forties, he might be too old. But I really hoped he wasn't too old for a bit of sex and affection because I gradually grew to love David throughout this short story.

Nikolai drifted awake as Guy slipped out from under his grasp. Through narrowed eyes, he watched the assassin hurry towards the bathroom, and a sliver of light reached into the room before Guy closed the bathroom door. Nikolai rubbed his eyes, and he glanced over the clock. His head clouded over as dreams began to breach his mind again. He heard distant gunfire in the back of his mind, pulling him in.