When he laid on the floor with his head on Yuriy's knee, Boris felt he saw that world at its best.
He saw lots of shoes. And he rather liked shoes. There was something good and honest about a nice boot. He even liked the strappy sandals that all the trendy girls were wearing. And the Jesus sandals favoured by the college's hippie cohort. Shoes were cheerful. Or so Boris thought, anyway. Only he tended to keep it to himself because when he shared that opinion with Yuriy the redhead just laughed and said he had a fetish…
The other good thing about being on the floor was that he didn't really have to talk to anyone, because people generally didn't notice him. He didn't like talking to people. Not even to his friends. He'd never been a conversational genius and he couldn't see that ever changing.
Of course, going unnoticed also meant he could cuddle Yuriy without having to endure the usual snide remarks and sideways glances from the ignorant crowd of idiots who didn't like to see them showing even a shred of affection for each other in public.
Yes, Boris felt he saw the world at its best when he was on the floor with Yuriy.
But he would also be the first to admit that he saw the best of the world when he was on his bed with Yuriy…