"We just met..." he says, a hint of amazement in his voice. They've just met and Grey's already crowded into his life, offered him more kindness and friendship than he's known in almost everyone that he'd encountered before this city.

They've just met. He shouldn't trust Grey. Shouldn't have allowed him into his home and heart in only a matter of weeks. He should be running, fighting, keeping this at arm's length, anything but letting the fridge swing closed so that he can press Grey against it and revel in the feel of his skin.