"Well, nobody really is, man," Chris said with a very wry smile as he looked at him. And it was evident by his tone that he was only joking, his hand smoothing down over Eostre's shoulder. "Lucky that has nothing to do with loving you, eh?"

And that was probably the closest he'd get to actually admitting how he felt and why this was as hard as it was. Because he loved Mike. Loved Eostre, too. And no, not in the same way he loved Lennox because Chris seriously doubted there was a single person alive he could ever love like he did Lennox, but it was still love. He still cared. And it was entirely selfish of him to want things to stay as they had been and he knew that, but fuck if he could do anything about that.

But, he was fucking trying.