It had been a long, long day. Alex hadn’t had much sleep the night before and he was just about dropping with exhaustion by nine o’clock in the evening. Everyone had been in to see Kei, but Alex hadn’t been anywhere. He’d left when he absolutely had to, to go to the toilet. Otherwise, he didn’t move from the chair next to the bed. Every time Kei moved, or sighed, or murmured, he was on his feet and stroking him… his face, his hand, his shoulder. His touch soothed Kei every time.
Sometimes, Kei