Ryan turned, head down and breathed.
Tim followed, stopping him with a firm hand on his shoulder.
''You're not wrong,'' he said. ''It's complicated.''
A deep breath later Ryan faced Tim.
''We'll get through this together,'' he said.
They shook hands, embraced and entered the room.
It was quiet, empty, damp.
Ryan felt nervous but strong.
They sat, well aware of the people staring.
''So what if they're staring?'' he said.
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