He would be lying if he said he doesn’t want to hold him right now. That he doesn’t want to pull Ransom into his lap and look at him like he’s stupid in love with him, hands on his hips until Rans rolls his eyes and tilts his head the way he does when he’s about to lean down and kiss him. That the thought of fucking this problem away didn’t cross his mind.
Ransom knocks uncertainly against the archway. “I’m, ah. I’ll be heading out now.”
“Okay,” Holster says, tugging at the beading on the pillow. He wipes his eyes furtively. “Go, then.”
“Won’t you,” Ransom starts. He sounds the saddest Holster’s ever heard him.“Won’t you look at me?”
Holsom break up & getting back together, from Holster's POV.