Barefoot,
he ended up in the alleyway behind Kurt's again, with nowhere else to
go.
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Blake and Kurt got back around suppertime, and by then Alan had counted
every shingle on the roofs of the garages, had carefully snapped the
sharps off of two syringes he found in some weeds, and then sat and
waited until he was ready to scream.
Blake walked confidently into the shop, through Kurt's nest, and to the
back door. He opened it and smiled at Adam. "Come on in," he said.
"Right," Alan said. "How was the movie?"
"It was fine," Kurt said.
"Incredible," Burt said. "I mean, *incredible*. God, I haven't been to
the movies in ten years at least. So *loud*, Jesus, I've never heard
anything like that."
"It was just A&E," Kurt said. "Asses and explosions."
Alan felt a wave of affection for his friend, and an indefinite sadness,
a feeling that they were soon to be parted.
Kurt stretched and cracked his knuckles. "Getting time for me to go out
diving."
"Let's go get some dinner, okay?" Andy said to Brad.
"G'night guys," Kurt said, locking the door behind them.
"I'm sorry," she said. There had been five minutes of
near-silence on the line, only the girl crying in the background
at his end. She wasn't sure if he'd set the phone down or if he
was listening, but the "sorry" drew a small audible breath out
of him.
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