"Yes. Perfect choice, darlin'. I'm sure all three of us will deal with plenty of colds in the summer as it is, so let's not encourage it too soon." Lewis always smelled so amazing. It wasn't because he just wore one specific type of aftershave, or one specific cologne like some people did. He had always been one of those trendy guys who had a selection. He was always warm, and he smelled fucking incredible. If Lorenzo didn't know that Lewis wanted to talk to him about some things, he would be trying to jump his bones right now. It had been an emotional month for them, and even if Lorenzo hadn't directly called Lewis on it, he could see how having his cancer past dragged up had drained him. It gave Lorenzo a deeper appreciation of understanding why Lewis didn't want to dwell on it. Because it was the hardest thing he had ever dealt with.

He looked at Lewis as they walked. He had been concerned Lewis was going to tell him the cancer was back, and then since the text, realised that was exactly what Lewis didn't want, and why he hadn't told anyone. He had to forcefully smack himself out of that nonsense. For one, he knew Lewis wouldn't face something like that now without telling him, and two, Lewis wouldn't have invited the talk via text if he was even slightly concerned about that himself. "Of course it's okay. We're a team. You know that, love. I think we've weathered plenty of heavy shit so far to know we've got the strength to get through it."