When his partner, Sam, came home, they didn’t say a word. Sam just looked at Leo’s pathetic, flushed face, put a cool hand on his forehead, and smiled. Leo couldn’t hear the smile, but he could see it—the crinkle of the eyes, the tilt of the head. Sam sat beside him, and they watched the rain together in the muffled, underwater quiet.
Around noon, he tried the old trick: pinching his nose and gently blowing. His ears gave a tiny, reluctant pop , and for one glorious second, the world rushed in. The hum of the refrigerator. The drip of the faucet. The patter of rain against the window like a thousand tiny fingers. He gasped at the fullness of it, the sudden noisiness of being alive. cold and clogged ears
He called in sick. His own voice sounded far away, like a radio playing in another room. When his partner, Sam, came home, they didn’t say a word