C154 RUNNING OUT OF LOVE.

Ethan’s voice—dead, scattered to the winds along with his ashes. Yet, here it was, steady and alive, carrying Brandon like he weighed nothing.

"Ethan?" Brandon's voice was faint, more to himself than to the man holding him in his arms. His mind was foggy, still clouded by the drugs, but he knew that scent, that warmth, and that unmistakable voice.

"Shhh," Ethan hushed him gently