"What are you angry about?" I asked.
You refuse to touch me, why?
"It is my shame which prevents me, I love you, i do!"
That's not an explanation.
"No, it is not. I ... cannot undo it but I, shit ..."
What?
And there against the sun he leaned forward and hugged him. And what could not be set right by words was once again as dust in the wind.