Point of Origin

Patrick shifts toward David, already feeling the weight of his gaze. He is certain that his husband has a list of things he’s dying to say. “Go ahead.”David leans in to kiss his temple. “Been thinking about some stuff?”Patrick chuckles. “That obvious, huh?”“Recontextualizing your teenage years, maybe?”He can’t even be embarrassed at the prickle of tears behind his eyes, overwhelmed with the love he has for David and the way he sees and understands him so well. “Yeah. I don’t know if I’ll ever not feel kind of… not stupid, but just, amazed? Things worked out exactly the way they should, because I’m with you. So maybe it really doesn’t matter.”David’s eyes are impossibly soft as he smiles. “You know there’s no timeline,” he says, then turns teasing. “But also, all of those stories are certainly something.”“Yeah, I see that now,” Patrick mumbles. ------- On a trip to Los Angeles, Patrick reunites with - and introduces David to - his best friend.