Heart Warming… II 30C

When Tate returned to the living room, Tom was watching tv. Tom, from the couch where he was lying on his stomach, facing the tv, looked back for a brief moment. “I can only imagine what you guys were talking about.” His chin on the back of his hands, half his head missing behind the couch’s arm rest, his eyes on the screen.

“We were finally catching up. We can still play.” He sat down on the chair beside Tom’s.

“Maybe later.” He yawned and rubbed his eyes. “Raina had the right idea.” He closed his eyes.

Tate stood up and went to the controller on the floor. Only then looking back to see Tom’s eyes closed. “Did you talk to Abby yet?” He asked as he looked at the controller now in his hand. Knowing Tom wasn’t asleep just yet.

Tom sighed. “Yeah. We’re good. She just insists I should have told her. One week and the same subject.”

He scoffed, smiling. “She just misses you I’m sure.”