Disclaimer: I don't own them
Disclaimer: I don't own them. The End.
Watching them was soothing. They would fight and bicker and slam doors, but he would always take him a cup of tea and a napkin full of cookies when his lover's eyes began to glaze over with the want of sweets. At the end of the day he would return the favor by holding up the smaller boys jacket as he slipped his small arms into it. They would then walk out the door wrapped in each other's embrace.