Jag had no idea what the DSM was, but it didn't matter enough to ask. He really wanted to go over and hug Coby, but Coby had put distance between them for a reason, and so he stayed in place, rubbing the palm of his free hand over his thigh. "I'm sorry," he said again, sympathy, not apology.

God might have given Coby a gift, but it was a cruel one, he reckoned.