"I get the feeling my dad's been bugging you a lot." Gail chuckled softly as he wrapped his arms around his lover, letting his head rest against the others shoulder some. "I'm sorry. He's too protective now for his own good. I'm almost missing the days we didn't know the other was alive." The brunette joked. "Want me to tell him to bug off?"
āWhat makes yāsay that?ā he murmurs from his position at the table, feeling Gail wrap his arms around him and rest his head on his shoulder. He sighs and puts his book down, letting his hands run over Gailās arms.Ā āI sāpose-- I just feel like heās always on me back. OurĀ backs. Sayinā shite tāme thatās absolutely none oā his feckinā business.ā
















