The empty space on the sofa of an evening didn’t bother
him.
“Oh look, see that pig fly
over next door’s garden shed?” Trevor grumbled as he slumped into
his armchair. There were only so many times one could re-organise
the kitchen cupboards before it bordered on obsessive compulsive
disorder.
He’d had the pleasure of
Paul’s company for over two months. The rational part of his brain
told him it was a good thing Paul had moved back home when he did.
He was becoming all too used to having someone else around the
place. Someone to cook and clean for, someone to talk to, someone
to laugh and joke around with.
Trevor blinked rapidly, he
absolutely refused to shed tears over this. Paul needed to get back
to his own place now it was dried out and re-decorated. It was
right, proper, good. So why was he missing the guy something
fierce?
Even though it wasn’t
cold, heck it was well into June, Trevor levered himself to his