âItâs not okay.â Ozzy frowned at him, shaking his head, before he let out a sigh when Tate echoed his sentiment. He brushed his lips against the other boyâs forehead, humming softly, before they left their dorm. It wasnât until they had been in the car and were driving for a few moments that Ozzy had tried to speak again. He had noticed that Tate was oddly quiet during the whole drive to his brotherâs house, and he was curious as to what was going through his mind, but before he could say anything, his boyfriend was talking. âSorry? You didnât do anything wrong. Thereâs no reason for you to be sorry or anything. Youâre entitled to having a shit day, I mean I have plenty of them, donât I?â He snorted, shaking his head as he reached a hand over to touch Tateâs hand gently. âI love you, Tate. Thereâs nothing for you to be sorry for.â
Tate couldnât help the way his lips curled into a small smile and he laced his and Ozzyâs fingers together gently. He knew he was probably worrying Ozzy with how quiet he was being so he knew he needed to start acting like himself again."I love you too, Ozzy. Honestly, youâre the best boyfriend I could ever have.â He said, bringing Ozzyâs hand up to his mouth and pressing a quick kiss to the top of his hand. Tate tightened his hold on his boyfriendâs hand slightly when they got to his brotherâs house and he turned in his seat to look Ozzy. âDo you want to stay here and Iâll just grab my inhaler real quick?â Tate knew how his brother was even more overprotective than was Ozzy, so as a result, Ethan didnât exactly âapproveâ of his and Ozzyâs relationship. On some level Tate understood why his brother didnât like his relationship, since Tate hasnât told Ozzy everything, but he still hated the way his brother acted towards Ozzy.Â













