© Copyright 2011 Lydia Nyx
“You going somewhere special?” the boy asked.
Danny couldn’t help but smile. He could only answer truthfully, too.
“I am, in fact.” He shifted on the seat. “I’m going to meet my partner and we’re applying for a marriage license.” The words sent a tremor through him. Saying them made the idea more real, turned imagining to fact. The chattering in his head became full-blown hysterical shrieking.
“Oh, wow.” The boy’s thin eyebrows shot up. “Uh, congratulations, I guess.”
“Thanks. It’s been a very long time coming.”
“Yeah? How long?”
“Twenty years.” Danny chuckled. He almost giggled, really. “God, I can’t believe we’ve been together that long.”
“Twenty years?” The boy sounded impressed. “Wow, yeah. That’s a long time to be with someone. Why’d you wait so long?”
Danny hesitated. The boy didn’t seem aggressive even if he was a bit odd, but if he didn’t like it well, shame on him, and frankly, to hell with him.
“It just became legal,” Danny said. “Just yesterday.”
The boy stared at him, eyes questioning for a moment. Then realization dawned on his face. “Oh– oh, so your partner is…”
“Yes, a man.”
“Yeah, I saw that on the news. It’s great. It’s– yeah, it’s great.”
Danny smiled, and felt a little surge of relief. “It’s wonderful.”