Death Becomes Him - 41

Trent did think about what Phillip had said. 

Maybe too often he decided when Molly, his assistant manager, finally asked him what was wrong. He told her truthfully that he had a major decision to make, but assured her it had nothing to do with the hotel. “It’s personal, and no I can’t talk about it,” he said with a smile, relieved when she didn’t push it.

Rory however was another matter. Trent knew he could sense something was going on from the worried looks he gave him, although other than dropping a few hints that Trent could talk to him if he needed to he didn’t pressure him. Trent was also quite glad Rory was keeping his promise never to invade his thoughts.

If I do decide to let someone turn me, there’s no going back. I’ll spend the rest of my life moving from one place to another, never really settling down unless I—we because Rory would be part of it—decided to handle things the way Emily has and find our own small place in the world where no one can see what’s happening. Or not happening I guess.

Phillip did say there was a network. That I could always work at what makes me happiest. Still, I’d never be able to see things through to their completion. How long could I stay in one place? Five years? Ten—maybe? But still, it will be the same even if I don’t choose to be turned because Rory will have to move on.

He laughed softly. “And none to soon, I will look as if I was his ‘sugar daddy’. I’m not at all certain that’s the effect I’m going for. And then…” He sighed deeply. And then I’ll die and he’ll be left alone. Would I want that if our positions were reversed? Ours may not be the romance for the ages, but we do love each other very much. After all this time, and with what we’ve gone through, if we didn’t we wouldn’t still be together. So perhaps…