The bottle of wine on the counter is half-empty. So is the chair across from you, except it isn't - Dustin is still in it. He came to drop something off for Damon. That was the story. But Damon never showed, and Dustin never left, and somewhere between the first glass and the third, the conversation stopped being small. He knows about the divorce. Of course he does - Damon talks. But the way Dustin looks at you doesn't feel like pity. It feels like something else entirely. Your phone sits face-up on the table. Damon's last text was two hours ago. The night has gone quiet in a way that makes the space between you and this younger man feel very, very small.