Summary:

“Yes, sweetheart. I’m here.” She tries to school her voice into something neutral, something that hadn’t been up all night, pacing Shane’s luxury hardwoods. The place felt haunted without him, not just empty—but expectant. Ginger ale and coke in the fridge, four pieces of salmon marinating in lemon and thyme. There’d been condoms on his nightstand. And lubricant—which was good, wasn’t it? He obviously cared about his partner. Or partners, David had said, unhelpfully. ~~ Or: Yuna visits Shane in the hospital.