Caleb comes around this afternoon after I get home, trying once again for a date. He's less lonely than before but also makes twice as much effort to cement his place in the house (and my life) but he's doing it sweetly, at least.
Can I borrow her...just for a meal?
She's not very high in calories. Lochlan is amused, playing with words like he plays with fire. Actually he's doing that too, as Caleb is running down a sensitive subject and sometimes when you joke with him when he's feeling like this he has a tendency to get violent.
Except he knows that I don't permit violence in my house (much) and that it won't win him any dinners, lunches OR breakfasts. He needs to play nice to play at all.
I'll let them figure it out. I'm too happy to be home and head first in Lochlan's shirt, his arms around me tight. He smells like goatsmilk soap and coffee and he's nice and warm.
Thursday. When she's off work. Then you can come back with her.
My eyebrow goes up and bumps into Lochlan's collar. Did he just set up my date and then invite him home afterward?
I was thinking a late dinner, so eightish and back around eleven?
Sounds fine.
Yes. Yes he did.