Scott and Jason were college roommates. They drifted apart. Now they have found one another again. A bitter-sweet romance of tender longing, joy, and regret.About 6,000 words.This is a Bartholin Book. All Bartholin Books are Scott took a deep breath. "I'm in my old room. Took down the Dave Matthews posters, but other than that..." Narrow shoulders lifted his heavy sweater, its weathered black emphasizing milky skin."You're living back home? What happened?""Hard times is what happened. It's not so bad. Mom likes taking care of me, and they don't treat me like a kid. No questions asked if I come home drunk." He sipped his wine. "Good thing I brought two bottles.""Got yourself a good start on coming home drunk tonight." I topped off his glass, and carried mine into the living room, where I turned on the gas log for the soft light supplementing what spilled from the dining room. I sat on the sofa. Scott glanced at the leather chair, where the newspaper, several days' mail, my grocery list, a half-full bottle of water, and a CD's jewelcase had landed."You can move the stuff," I said.He sat on the sofa a few feet from me. "Remember our dorm room?""The pit no girl dared enter."We laughed, Scott reminding me anew of the anxious guy at the edges of parties, the quiet one during late-night talks about Important Things, the uncomfortable one when talk turned to girls. No wonder. "So, when did you come out?" I set my wine on the coffee table."I didn't."