Lucas kept his arm where it was, covering his face. “Have fun,” he said, his voice a little muffled, and Sean’s hand lifted away.“Yeah, okay,” Sean said. “Sleep tight. Make sure you take your dentures out before you doze off.”“Go away.”Sean didn’t go, not right away. But finally he stood with a sigh, bent to slap a gentle goodbye to Lucas’s stomach, and left the bedroom.It was all the same. Nothing had changed at all. Lucas had been gone for three years, and he’d come back to the same patterns, the same attitudes, and the same confusion. It was like a damp blanket, one that didn’t give Lucas the warmth he needed but that was still better than facing the night with nothing to protect him.Or maybe it wasn’t better. He swung impatiently to his feet and looked around the bedroom, not that much bigger than his prison cell. The last few sessions with his counselor in jail, once it had become clear that he was going to be released, had been all about this. Lucas was going back to the li
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