Trust
Smokey green eyes meet doubtful blue. Ray can feel the hunger in their depths. He gently squeezes the hand loosely entwined with his own to reassure. There is no response.
“It’ll be good, Bodie. I promise.”
“I dunno, Ray.”
Bodie looks away.
Ray’s fingers run a gentle caress over pouting lips.
Bodie shudders under the touch.
“You trust me, yeah?”
“With me life, but this...”
"Ah, Bodie. What am I gonna do with you?”
Ray gets up and stands behind his uneasy partner, massaging stiff shoulders.
He feels Bodie tense.
Frustration wins.
“Christ sake, Bodie, its just a fuckin’ salad!”
“It’ll be good, Bodie. I promise.”
“I dunno, Ray.”
Bodie looks away.
Ray’s fingers run a gentle caress over pouting lips.
Bodie shudders under the touch.
“You trust me, yeah?”
“With me life, but this...”
"Ah, Bodie. What am I gonna do with you?”
Ray gets up and stands behind his uneasy partner, massaging stiff shoulders.
He feels Bodie tense.
Frustration wins.
“Christ sake, Bodie, its just a fuckin’ salad!”