"I don't wanna call it anything," he says, moving alongside Neil, shoulders close to brushing but not quite. Once there would have been so many things he could have done here--reached down and taken Neil's hand, laid a hand against the small of his back, shoved him back against the hallway's wall and kissed the fuck out of him and not cared who saw.

But for the first time in he doesn't even know how long, those don't feel like total impossibilities.

"Names for shit just makes everything more complicated."