They are just hours away from taking that plane that will deliver both to the next level of their relationship. A level he only fantasized of fulfilling for a long time now. It’s their last dinner in Baltimore, the one in which the doctor’s fate is on the young man’s hands. And what he says leaves no doubt as to where his loyalty lies. “Your place is where your heart belongs to.”
“I suppose you have a point.” The words are quiet, spoken down towards his plate, yet they are far, far from ringing hollow. That’s a near impossibility with their departure inching its way closer and closer. This time it won’t be Biloxi, or Greenville, or a lack of options that leaves him trailing after the doctor. The choice is there, a fork in the road where one path is rapidly shrinking away.
It’s a reset. “I’m right where I need to be, then.” A voluntary one in every which way.
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