For the manga DOGS by Miwa Shiro, serialized in Shonen Jump in Japan and scanlated by mangatranslation dot com
There are times when he just tugs on a corner of your shirt and says "time to go home". That's the signal for you to say goodbye to whomever you were chatting up while he finishes off his drink and off you go. The night usually starts at Buon Viaggo's for some quaity coffee and gossup. the old man has all the connections and usually knows where the winds are blowing. You just like to make sure that, wherever the winds are blowing, it's at your backs so that the shit doesn't get in your face. Sometimes you feel like you're the only one of the two of you who pays this any kind of thought at all, and even then only a little. Somedays you think that this lack of knowlege is what has kept you alive for so long, but other days you're sure you're going to die - and soon.
After the winding-up you start on the bars, usually keeping away from anywhere too clsoe to the surface and with too many women. You don't know how he survives, more wiling to jump off a tall building than touch a woman. Yet, you know that he's no more gay than you are. You know that he will probably find the elusive woman he's looking for - definitely not you - and settle down.
You know he's not yours; saying you were his would be suicide. And yet - and yet - when his fingers tug at your arm you will leave any beauty to walk back to his black-and-white apartment, although nothing could stop you from complaining about his bad timing. You know he knows. You just wish he didn't.
