He’d thought Tom had changed. That he’d changed more than this, at least. But if this was how Tom intended to live the rest of their lives, Harry knew with bone deep certainty he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t sleep next to Tom every night, sleep with him – kiss him, touch him, fuck him, cuddle him – all while knowing that Tom might be keeping secrets, doing any number of evil and nefarious deeds behind Harry’s back.