Decisions in the Night

Exiting the diner through the glass door, the cold air was a slap in the face. Wendell had to walk back up several streets north to the campus dorms and Guy had to go roughly the same distance east back to his room at the fraternity. "Wow. Might snow a bit early this year," Wendell said into the night air.

"Just might." Guy said following him out the door. Guy seemed to perk up a bit being outside and on his feet.

I mean...he hasn't had much sleep, and a couple very exciting days. He's just tired, right?

"Guy, our next little adventure starts tomorrow, yeah?" Wendell said, walking down the diners concrete steps. On the sidewalk he said, "You free by 2 tomorrow?"

"I only have morning classes."

"Ok then. My dorm 2 p.m. Be there. I should have our next marks picked out by then." Wendell said, arriving at the corner of the sidewalk where he and Guy would have to take opposite paths. He turned around to face Guy.

"Got it. I'll be there," Guy said, and with a turn he marched away quickly. He walked down the sidewalk, his hands in his jacket pockets and his head down, off beneath the overcast sky illuminated by the urban lights from below.

Wendell scrutinized Guy as he walk away.

Why was he so concerned about what this makes us? Straight...gay...would a label have really made the sex any more or less fun? He'll be fine; he'll get used to it. He won't be so tired tomorrow. After that display today, I've got lots of ideas for him tomorrow.

Wendell turned and set about heading north to his dorm. The wind bit him a bit, and he thought about his next move.