As he got himself in order, he worried more about his partner. Mick was unhappy at the firm, and despite Elliot pulling out all the stops and cooking him his favorite meals, he hadn’t gained back all the weight he’d lost during the months they’d been separated.
Mick’s boss had found himself another golden boy, sticking Mick with the easy cases, so uncomplicated a paralegal could handle them. He didn’t complain, though, always tried to be optimistic, and said things would change as his boss got used to him being gay. Elliot wasn’t so sure.
As he arrived at the next bus stop, his phone rang.
“Elliot, are you busy right now?” Mick asked when he answered.
“No, why?”
“Good. We’re going for a ride.”
Elliot frowned and checked the time. Usually Mick was at the office for at least two more hours. “Now?”
“Yes, now. I’ll pick you up at home. I’ll be there in thirty.” Mick hung up before Elliot had the chance to ask where they were going. On cue, the bus arrived.