pure imagination;

“Oh it does. Seasoning can only do so much to boiled chicken.” Lexia pouted, looking at the man. “Sorry I’m being such a whiner. I miss my glass of whine actually.”

Peter merely shrugged. “I love bitching as much as any other stereotypical gay man. Max will tell you. Don’t ask Piper, though. She over exaggerates too much.” Propping himself up, he observed the food. “So, why are you eating this?”

“It was pretty good. I saw a lot of dogs, and cats, but but the most exciting thing I saw was a litter of bunnies.” Jeremy smiled brightly. “We should get Schuyler a friend.” 

“We should.” Peter agreed with a hum. “Maybe we can save for a little while... would you want another dog?”

“You should talk to Nadia. She’s been screaming about it all day and I’m starting to go deaf. It’s definitely bullshit, though. Even I needed experience to work in a fucking coffee shop. Nadia is a teacher, she has a degree, and she has a child in the public school system. Why isn’t she qualified for the job?”

“I might have to take you up on that.” Peter replied with a humorless chuckle. He pinched the bridge of his nose and forced himself to take a deep breath. “This man is actually insane. But Pence is even worse.”

Jeremy gently played with Peter’s hair. “Well, thankfully we have the right to protest if does anything else that’s stupid.” Jeremy smiled hopefully. “Anything else happen today?”

“Tiny miracles.” Peter agreed. He shook his head. “Not really. What about you? How was your day?”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked staring lovingly at his fiancé. 

Peter softened, sitting down next to Jeremy and resting his head in his lap. “I’m just frustrated. But I think most people are right now.”

“So, how was your day?” Jeremy asked nervously from the couch. 

Peter sighed, running his hands through his hair as he got a beer from the fridge. “Fine.”

Milo: Yeah, of course!

Milo: I can tell he loves you a lot.

Peter: He really does.

Milo: YAAAAS BITCH!!!!

Milo: I FUCKING KNEW HE WOULD!!!!

Peter: :)