“I love you,” Troy said.
It was terrible timing; he had red eyes, a snotty nose, a hoarse voice, and they were both at work, but he couldn’t help it. He loved Harris, and he needed him to know.
Harris’s eyes were suddenly a little wet too. “Troy...” he whispered.
Troy started laughing, his body shaking with as much force as when he’d been crying. “I’m sorry,” he squeaked out.
But then Harris’s arms were around him, fierce and tight. Harris kissed his temple. “I love you, too. God, Troy. Of course I do.”