When It’s Different – Justin

You know things are different when he stays in a little more, and grunts in disinterest when you ask if he wants to go to Babylon or Woodie’s. You know things are different when you notice that the supply of condoms only goes down by about the same number of times he fucks you. You know things are different when he hovers over you as you draw, tickling the back of your neck absently as he watches the charcoal move across the paper. You know things are different when he looks at Mikey’s wedding pictures without a single sarcastic remark.