Slowly, I went to where he sat, opened the laptop, fired it up, and entered my password. The bedroom image was the last screen saved. He glanced over it and winced when he laid eyes on it again. Standing slowly, he stared at it and shook his head, but clicked past it to the one he was after. I wondered what thoughts were running through his mind in that moment.
"See this? I had my eyes closed, and the t-shirt? That was before the concert, Valerie, not after. I'd crashed on the sofa for a power nap after the sound-check," he stated, pointing at the t-shirt and glancing back at me. Frustration rolled off him in waves as his jaw flexed when he clenched his teeth.
Turning toward me, he took my hands and sat me down on the bed beside him, "I told you shit would get in the way of us. Now your trust is being tested. I'm being honest with you. I have nothing to offer for these photographs." He said as his eyes continued to search my face.