He doesn't allow him inside the house.
Day leans on the door, even as Travis prolongs their goodbye, after a long dinner of talking and untouched food. And now, here they are, bidding each other goodnight.
He doesn't let Travis kiss him on the lips either. Somehow, it doesn't feel right, so he turns and lets him kiss his cheek instead.
Travis leaves shortly after, and then Day steps inside his house and locks the door before he leans on it, exhaling.
And the first tears slide down his cheeks.
Cupping a hand over his mouth to not make a noise, he slides down the floor, still leaning on the door, and lets his head fall back, eyes closed.
It hurt.
It hurts so much.
All he can see is the pain in Travis's eyes, the way he felt throughout the date, how much he held back, inside himself, how much he still bled despite trying to hold it in, to keep it all from spilling over.
