I Love Him

James Allison has been closed off for two years.

Since his wife died, he has been present in all the ways that count, showing up for his son Kevin, keeping the school running, rebuilding what broke between him and the boy who stopped letting him in, but there is a difference between present and open, and James has not been open in a long time. He knows this. He is working on it.

When a school conference takes him to New Jersey for three months, he goes without expectations. He meets Daniel by accident, over a broken projector, on the first morning. Daniel is an architect. He has dark eyes and a tired face and a dry, quiet sense of humour and something heavy he carries in a way James recognises immediately because he has carried the same kind of thing himself.

They do not plan what comes next. It simply happens the way things happen between people who have been alone too long and suddenly find themselves in a room with someone who makes the evening feel not quite long enough.

Weeks of walks. A kitchen that becomes the warmest place James has been in years. A fight that ends with more honesty than either of them planned. Rain on the pavement, and neither of them is moving. A Tuesday evening, making tea where they both say the same thing at the same moment and laugh and mean every word of it.

They fall. Slowly, specifically, completely. Two men who have each failed someone they loved, finding in each other something that feels like the beginning of getting it right.

What James does not know, what neither of them knows, because they have talked around their sons for twelve weeks without ever saying a name, is that Daniel Werewood is the man who packed a bag two years ago and left his fifteen-year-old son without looking at him. Left because his son came out as gay, and Daniel was a coward about something that should not have required courage.

The introduction happens on a Sunday afternoon in James's living room. The names are said out loud. The room understands