[Poggio]

Galvin tried to fight it, but for all his rude obsessiveness, he realized the man never failed to be correct. His apartment was dark and depressing, and he truly did, simply just wanted to be touched. He balled up all of his thoughts in a hatred for this man and the continual shame he brought. It was soon overlapped by the warmth of his continual touch. When he finally fell asleep the deep shade of night was growing lighter.

He checked his watch, the others bike was not always a guarantee his brother was home, but he thought he'd take a chance. He pounded on the door, if his brother was not home, he would at least make sure his dog was taken care off.