Midnight Needs

You should move in with me. Those are the words he said to me, like they were inconsequential to him, like we were discussing the weather. I stared at him, trying to figure out if the pain meds I was on after my recent car accident were causing me to hallucinate. I'm not one to complain, but life had dealt me a challenging hand lately. Desperation can cause the brain to dream up some wild scenarios - scenarios like my brother's straight best friend, the one guy I've ever considered anything resembling a relationship with, asking me to move in with him. Only I wasn't hallucinating, and the expectant look on Wesley Prier's face held no humor.