"We ain't the sort. Everything is difficult. We might be miserable sods but we got a lot on us. You got your Giac, I got my lot. Alfie's pissing money away, Holden is freezing half to death as he studies and Axel is sick. You ever had a sick toddler? Jesus, I nearly blew me top." It wasn't that Axel meant to be a pest but he did spent most of Tuesday sobbing at the top of his voice and Jon had definite limitations. "I dunno what to do with a kid that age neither. I gave him a nip of brandy today."
Seemed to work about the same as a painkiller, the lad was out cold in his bed so hey. Jonathan leaned forward and slapped Barty on the arm. "This Saturday, just come and think of relaxing, don't get in your head. Snog your lad, yeah?"
"I'm planning on it." Barty grinned, partially because he was imagining Sam's face if he knew that he talked about him like that. Rather torn, he imagined. Conflicted. Luckily, that was one of his most attractive expressions. "Hope wee Axel feels better soon."
Maybe he would, if he slept it all off.
Barty got up and gave Jon a nod. "I'll see you Saturday. We can have fun with our boys." One way or another, he was sure.
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Seemed to work about the same as a painkiller, the lad was out cold in his bed so hey. Jonathan leaned forward and slapped Barty on the arm. "This Saturday, just come and think of relaxing, don't get in your head. Snog your lad, yeah?"
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Maybe he would, if he slept it all off.
Barty got up and gave Jon a nod. "I'll see you Saturday. We can have fun with our boys." One way or another, he was sure.