Hex Is Fine

Hex was no stranger to addiction, but he was lacking when it came to love. All he knew was that Nyx was on his mind all the time. When he first woke, while he was working, at night alone. He'd sent a few texts, trying to find a balance between interest and obsession. Wednesday he'd worked up the nerve to ask if Nyx had time to see him again. They'd made a plan and Hex had arrived at the Italian place early thanks to the tube. He had wine waiting for Nyx when the man walked in.

Hex lit up. If he'd thought he might hide his joy and desire, he was wrong. When he saw Nyx he lit up and rose to his feet.

"It's so good to see you," he beamed.