“Okay, no, you’re not,” he admits grudgingly. Maybe he should apologize, but he’s not going to. “I saw your interview.”
“Oh.”
That’s it? Oh?
“How could you do that to me?”
Skyler sighs. “Trevor. I didn’t mean to do anything to you. I swear I never had any intention of mentioning you at all. But Bennet threw that question at me, and the entire reason I came out was so I could be fully honest about myself. I made sure not to confirm we’d been together, because I know that’s not only my story to tell. But the part about being in lo—” He cuts himself off, and Trevor hangs on to that syllable like it’s the end of a rope and he’s dangling off a cliff. “I guess it was something I couldn’t hold back. I wanted to be honest.”
Honest.
Like it’s that easy.
Trevor clears his throat. “I don’t know what to fucking say to that.”
“That’s okay, I wouldn’t expect you to. It’s a lot to process.”
Skyler’s kind, gentle words nudge something inside him. A giant piece of him that remembers how good they could be to each other. And he realizes he’s kind of a dick for trying to make this whole thing about himself. Skyler did something major, and it took a lot of guts.
Trevor should be asking if he’s okay. So he does.
“I’m hanging in,” Skyler replies casually. “Honestly, I’m kind of trying to avoid seeing all the public reactions for now, taking some time to breathe. So I’m staying away from my phone.”
And yet he still answered Trevor’s call. Which makes Trevor say, “Do you think we could… uh. Do you want to meet up somewhere so we can talk about all this?”
He has no idea ifheeven wants that, but it might feel good to yell at Skyler in person.
There’s dead silence from the other end of the phone, and Trevor’s about to take it back. But then—“Yeah. Actually, I’d like that.”
Oh.
He would?
That’s a surprise.
“Where do you want to meet?” Skyler asks when Trevor doesn’t say anything.
And then it takes a bit to settle on a safe place where they won’t be spotted.
“A park?” Skyler suggests.
“It’d have to be somewhere not too many people go. Pretty secluded. And you can’t show up with a driver and security detail. Dead giveaway. You need to come alone.”
Skyler laughs. “Are you planning to murder me?”
“Fuck you.”
Skyler sighs again. “Trev, I was kidding.”
It seems to slip out so easily.Trev.
Trevor softens a bit. But Skyler doesn’t get to call him that. Not anymore.
“I know,” he says. “I’m a little on edge with all this, okay? I’ve been trying to stay out of the public eye for a long time now, so this shit is a lot for me all of a sudden.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to drag you back into it. I just…” Skyler sighs for the third time, not that Trevor’s counting. “Look, I don’t want to have this conversation over the phone. Pick a time and place, and I’ll be there. I promise.”
Their promises used to mean something to each other. Trevor’s not so sure they do anymore, but still he says, “Okay. I’ll think of something, and I’ll text you.”
