Shift

“You’re hurt,” I say, such a dumb and obvious observation. He chuckles, but within seconds the shaking of laughter turns to sobs. I step up to him in time for him to stand and wrap his arms around me. Dustin holds me so tightly that his arms seem to wrap around me twice, his lips quivering against my bare shoulder. I’m sure the blood from his lip is staining the strap of my tank top, but I don’t care. Tommy may know more of Dustin’s secrets, but I know the important ones. I won’t ever tell anyone he cried like this. Just as I won’t let go until he’s done.