I got to sleep in. Sam conceded that since I heard the sermon, live and up close, and that I live it already, trying to protect myself against all of the things that threaten to tear me down, that I was cleared to not attend.
He didn't let Lochlan off the hook and after a lot of grumpy swearing and even some indignant hollering down the hall at Sam's back as he went home to find a suit (and the famous Argentinian flag-bucked belt) Lochlan also put on a suit, a plain brown belt and brown shoes and went to church.
It almost made me laugh except that I was so damned surprised that he followed through the laughter ended up far behind me. I went down to see Ben instead. Ben sometimes still disappears for too long and it's one of the thorns that stuck into our relationship and let it bleed out so slowly nothing hurt and he is always, always there when I need him mind you. He's just distracted and always caught up in wonderful projects.
I snuck in through the door and up behind him as he sat in his chair. I didn't know he was asleep or I would have left him be but I wrapped my arms around his head and he startled fifty feet and shouted. AH!
WHAT?
WHO IS IT?
It's MEEEEEEE!
Oh my God, Bridget, you scared me.
Probably because you forget what I look like.
I just look for the short blonde blur.
Nice.
Have I been down here too long?
I didn't nag.
Maybe you should.
I'm not that type of person.
He snorts and I make a note to follow up on that. I am persistent, though I won't harass you if you're busy unless I'm kidding and you're clearly not busy.
Where's Loch?
He went to church.
Huh. What'd he do?
I just told you.
I mean to go alone? Did he kill someone?
Sam guilted him into it.
Sam is everyone's favorite sitcom wife.
True. But Loch went that's good.
And you're bored.
Yup. I'm just using you for entertainment. You know, til he comes back.
How much time do we have? He's not in his chair anymore, crowding the spot where I stand, head down, lips against my hair, hands absolutely all over.
What's time again? Oh, that thing we don't measure.
Lock the door, Bridge.
Already did. My smile is wicked, my intentions crystal-clear.
He didn't let Lochlan off the hook and after a lot of grumpy swearing and even some indignant hollering down the hall at Sam's back as he went home to find a suit (and the famous Argentinian flag-bucked belt) Lochlan also put on a suit, a plain brown belt and brown shoes and went to church.
It almost made me laugh except that I was so damned surprised that he followed through the laughter ended up far behind me. I went down to see Ben instead. Ben sometimes still disappears for too long and it's one of the thorns that stuck into our relationship and let it bleed out so slowly nothing hurt and he is always, always there when I need him mind you. He's just distracted and always caught up in wonderful projects.
I snuck in through the door and up behind him as he sat in his chair. I didn't know he was asleep or I would have left him be but I wrapped my arms around his head and he startled fifty feet and shouted. AH!
WHAT?
WHO IS IT?
It's MEEEEEEE!
Oh my God, Bridget, you scared me.
Probably because you forget what I look like.
I just look for the short blonde blur.
Nice.
Have I been down here too long?
I didn't nag.
Maybe you should.
I'm not that type of person.
He snorts and I make a note to follow up on that. I am persistent, though I won't harass you if you're busy unless I'm kidding and you're clearly not busy.
Where's Loch?
He went to church.
Huh. What'd he do?
I just told you.
I mean to go alone? Did he kill someone?
Sam guilted him into it.
Sam is everyone's favorite sitcom wife.
True. But Loch went that's good.
And you're bored.
Yup. I'm just using you for entertainment. You know, til he comes back.
How much time do we have? He's not in his chair anymore, crowding the spot where I stand, head down, lips against my hair, hands absolutely all over.
What's time again? Oh, that thing we don't measure.
Lock the door, Bridge.
Already did. My smile is wicked, my intentions crystal-clear.