No one had blamed him after the burial, no one had said he could have done something else entirely to prevent their friend's death.
It was just the way they looked at him which made him feel guilty and gave him the impression they thought he was responsible for the events.
"Come here," Lester said quietly and pulled him into his arms. Lester's hot breath flowed against his neck before Lester's lips pressed gently against his skin.
Kindness wasn't something he'd expected from the bureaucrat, but he was willing to lose himself in the soft kisses for just one night.
