It took some getting used to, some adjustment.
This living together lark.
Ever since Brendan had moved away from Seamus and towards Stephen, he had been on a learning curve.
A journey of sorts.
Brendan wasn't sure he was the settling down kind; but he was willing to give it a go, for his man.
Lessons learned so far:
Don't creep up behind Stephen and kiss the nape of his neck.
He has a low startle point.
Do offer Stephen his own glass of whiskey of an evening.
He'll only steal yours otherwise.
Don't interrupt Stephen during his breakfast routine.
He lacks focus.
Take this morning for instance. Stephen was not a happy bunny.
"D'ye want some milk on ya Frosties Stephen?
"Yeah but I don't want any of that semi-detached stuff. I want the real deal me."
"Semi whuh?"
"Detached. Ye know, the weaker milk."
"Skimmed Stephen. It's called semi-skimmed."
"Nah not in my 'ouse, we've always called it semi-detached."
"Yes but answer me this; have ye ever heard anyone else call it that Stephen?"
Stephen had paused, narrowed his eyes, pouted and then glared at Brendan. He had then reached for a slice of toast instead, and chewed it, noisily with his mouth open.
Brendan had cocked his head to one side. He knew Stephen was his (and he Stephen's), but there were moments when he wished he'd kept the receipt.
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