Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Anatoly shook his head, picking at his sleeve again. "No, I - the hut was mine before he moved in. He just took his things and left."

He paused for a moment, leaning back to run his fingers through his hair. It was wrong that he should even consider voicing what he was thinking, to presume on Roger's friendship so, but the truth was that he didn't want to be alone. He wanted to stay someplace where there no awkward associations, no memories of what he'd had and lost. He also wanted someone, even if only for a night, just to hold in his arms and make him forget everything for awhile.

"You don't have to go... I mean. If tonight, I could stay... you don't have to go anywhere."