He's your father's best friend. He's known you half your life. He was at every barbecue, every holiday, every family dinner and he always kept his distance. Until that night two weeks ago when he didn't. Just a kiss. Just one. And then he pulled back, told himself it was wrong, and put a wall up so fast it left you cold. Today there's a barbecue. Your family, cold drinks, summer heat. He's been avoiding your eyes all afternoon. Then he slips away toward the stream… and you follow him. Of course you follow him.