Flow thro the river

Dakota looked down. “Yeah.. Well..” He took a sip of tea. “Might have to sell my truck.” He mumbled.

“What? Why?”

“Twenty-three shut offs. How the hell do you have the money for a porsche but can’t pay your electric bill?”

“I have a shelter, a rescue, own god know how many planes, this bloody farm and can still pay for shit on my own. I don't understand peoples stupidity.”

Dakota nodded. “Yes please.”

He kissed his forehead and walked into the kitchen and started making the tea. “Long day?”

“I’m so tired.”

“Want some tea?”

Tristen stays quiet for a moment, biting his lip, before clearing his throat. “D-Do you miss them? Everyone I kn-know has at l-l-least one of their pa…rents, so can’t a-ask them. I was just wonderi…ing..”

A long pause came from Riley but soon he nodded. “Yeah, mate. Yeah I do...”

He looked back at him as he rolled his sleeves down. "It sucks. I know. And you still don't have to. I ain't gonna make you."

Upon the sight, Tristen warms up a bit and peers at the marks on the strangers arms, much like a dog investigating something new. However, he quickly pulls himself back and looked away, remembering once being taught how staring was impolite. He goes back to chewing on his lip. staying silent.

“Names Riley, mate.”

All Tristen can do is nod, taking shaky breaths in.

“Ya don’t have to be afraid of me, mate. I just come off as sour wolf.” He chuckled and his tone softened. “My cousin and best friend can tell ya that. I’m not such a bad guy.”

Tristen nods again, facing the older male more. He nervously looks up at him, biting his lip. “It’s n-nice to me-m-mee…t you.”

He smiled softly. “It nice to met you.” He said. “Ya don’t have to tell your name but how bout we get some ice cream, yeah?”

Tristen shakes his head a bit. “I don’t like te-telling people m-m-my name. It was the la…st thing my parents ga-gave to me that w-was just mine before they d…ied.” He shifts around, but nods at the offer. He was always a sucker for ice cream, and it felt like everyone knew that.

"My parents died too. When I was 7." He told him before nodding for him to follow. "You do have to tell me. If time, mate."

Upon the sight, Tristen warms up a bit and peers at the marks on the strangers arms, much like a dog investigating something new. However, he quickly pulls himself back and looked away, remembering once being taught how staring was impolite. He goes back to chewing on his lip. staying silent.

“Names Riley, mate.”

All Tristen can do is nod, taking shaky breaths in.

“Ya don’t have to be afraid of me, mate. I just come off as sour wolf.” He chuckled and his tone softened. “My cousin and best friend can tell ya that. I’m not such a bad guy.”

Tristen nods again, facing the older male more. He nervously looks up at him, biting his lip. “It’s n-nice to me-m-mee…t you.”

He smiled softly. "It nice to met you." He said. "Ya don't have to tell your name but how bout we get some ice cream, yeah?"

"Good. I'm not alone."

Upon the sight, Tristen warms up a bit and peers at the marks on the strangers arms, much like a dog investigating something new. However, he quickly pulls himself back and looked away, remembering once being taught how staring was impolite. He goes back to chewing on his lip. staying silent.

“Names Riley, mate.”

All Tristen can do is nod, taking shaky breaths in.

"Ya don't have to be afraid of me, mate. I just come off as sour wolf." He chuckled and his tone softened. "My cousin and best friend can tell ya that. I'm not such a bad guy."

Upon the sight, Tristen warms up a bit and peers at the marks on the strangers arms, much like a dog investigating something new. However, he quickly pulls himself back and looked away, remembering once being taught how staring was impolite. He goes back to chewing on his lip. staying silent.

“Names Riley, mate.”

“God yes.”

Riley takes his hand and leads him into his office. “You know one day we’ll actually have sex and move past the blow jobs. HE said pushing him down into a chair.

Surprised, Tristen looks up quickly, before nodding slowly. He bites his lip, breathing starting to quicken.

He sighed. Riley hid his arms too but knew when the were needed to be shown. He pull the sleeves of his sweatshirt up and showed him his arm

“Like I have a ticket with your address and name on it… and you’re sitting there with candles… your lights are obviously off. If you don’t want my help… I’m sure I can just walk away and let you try to fix them yourselves. Try not to get electrocuted.”

“You sound like you need a blow job.”

“Ahh the stupid people in the world. Aren’t they just a ball.”