"I'm going to make sure he stops loving you."
William imagined Pete's sly grin, but kept his eyes fixated on his feet. "You keep ruining everyone's life. No one loves you; you can stop trying now."
He looked up, but it wasn't Pete standing in front of him. It was Mike, and the man was crying. William took a step back. "I-I'm sorry..." He extended his arm to his left and grasped a hand he hoped was Gabe's.
William closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was in Gabe's appartment. He saw himself on a leather couch, older, his head resting on an equally older Gabe's knees.
"I'm sorry," Gabe whispered. "I wish I could do more. It's your birthday, after all."
William sighed. "No one's called since...yeah. No one calls."
The man frowned. "Do you regret it sometimes?"
He didn't asnwer.