David doesn’t sleep very well that night. The bed feels wrong, too soft compared to the mattress at Jake’s, too wide for one person, so much space to stretch out. Or toss and turn, which he does, because he can’t stop thinking about it, that Jake wants to talk about it. He thought they understood each other, he thought Jake had as much to lose as him. That’s why Jake was safe.

At least, he thought Jake was safe. But now Jake’s breaking the deal. And he knows it’s just Jake’s family, he knows family is meant to be something separate, inviolable, but —

He just doesn’t understand why Jake would want to tell them. Why he’d open himself up to that when he doesn’t have to. Because he trusts them, presumably, he spoke with confidence when he said they wouldn’t tell, but there’s trusting someone, and then there’s —

David doesn’t understand it at all.

*

Jake picks him up after training camp. It wasn’t that David didn’t think he would, exactly, just, well. Maybe he was a little worried he wouldn’t. He isn’t quiet like he was in the car last night, talks about his day, how hard Majors is riding them now that they’re getting closer to the charity game. It’s in less than a week. Less than a week, and then Jake’s going back to Detroit, David to New York. He doesn’t want to think about it.

“What do you feel like for dinner?” Jake asks.

“It doesn’t matter to me,” David says.

Jake frowns at him, like he’s disappointed.

“Greek?” David ventures. “Souvlaki?”

“Sounds good,” Jake says. “Souvlaki it is.”

They order delivery when they get back to Jake’s. David sets the table while Jake makes the call, because Jake is just as happy eating out of containers, so it’s unfair to make him do it. They watch the news while they wait, and it’s quiet, but not quite the same way as it was. Still uncomfortable, though, like something is carefully unsaid.

The food is good. Well cooked, well seasoned. That’s pretty much all they say over dinner. It feels a little like dinners with his mother back in Ottawa.

David wonders if his mother would refer to Jake as ‘that gay young man in your league’ if it had been him caught instead of Riley. But then, that’s a stupid thing to wonder. If Jake had been caught kissing another player, that player would have been David.

“Are you okay?” Jake asks.

“Your family—” David says, isn’t sure how to finish the question, and Jake looks so hopeful when David says it that he regrets saying it at all, especially knowing he can’t retreat from it now that he has.