Justin loved tracing his fingers over the bronze skin on Brian's back. He drew out patterns that only he could see and Brian could feel. While the images were fleeting, he would remember these quiet intimate moments forever.

There was one particular trio of freckles on Brian's shoulder blade that kept drawing his fingers back across the vast expanse of skin. He traced out a triangle constellation, connecting the dots, over and over again, engraining the ephemeral image in his mind.

Brian was certain he could feel those traces days later, his skin holding onto the ghost of Justin's touch.