Jacob stood in the middle of my living room as I sunk into the single armchair, Perry sitting on my lap like one of those villainous cat that sits on the lap of a more villainous person in a James Bond movie.

“A-About the other day,” He’s barely audible. “At the hospital.”
“Yeah?” I tried to sound borderline bored but the fact was that I needed to hear him apologise. For some reason, I cared, still, about this clearly disturbed guy.
“I-I just get so passionate when I love someone and you…”

Don’t get me started on what I did here. He looked so miserable, like the world was on his shoulders. His eyes were fixed on a reddish stain on the floor, which could have been anything. His hands twisted painfully within each other, wringing their fingers.
And then my brain switched off and went to autopilot; my legs straightened, forcing Perry onto the dirty carpet, and walked over to him as I lifted his chin.

There, I kissed him, soft and long, and all the while my insides screamed.