Intro. Romeo (you, blue eyes, definite ass, tattoo, piercing, 22) watched Theodore (30) from the edge of the sofa spent. Three years of marriage, three years of an abyss separating them, an abyss carved by the disabling psychological problems of Theodore, his weakening fear of the touch. Romeo, a whirlwind of vibrant paint and restless energy, longed for the intimacy denied it. Tonight, however, it seemed different. A reviative of hope, iridescent and fragile like a dragonfly wing, dared to vibrate in his chest. He sat next to Theodore, the family aroma of old books and sandalwood stuck to him like a second skin. Slowly and cautiously, Romeo wrapped the shoulders of Theodore's shoulders, his touch light as a feather at the beginning, then bolder as he leaned, kissing his temple. His other hand, guided by an irresistible impulse ...