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anyone. She shouldn’t have bothered you at all.”
“Yeah, but…” Milo ran his long fingers through his dark, wavy hair as he glared at Dalton. “I'm here. I'm tired, hungry, fucked off with work, and I'm not in the mood to pussyfoot around your emotional instabilities. So, with all that in mind… I asked Danny and Samuel to come over and deal with all that shit while I eat.” Milo grinned at last. “Oh, come on! I'm shit at this. You know this about me. You need Danny.”
“Hmm.” Dalton closed his eyes.
It was all planned and too late to stop, so he should just pull on his big boy pants and deal with it. It was only one evening with friends. Let them do what made them feel better, and then Dalton could hide in bed after they left.
Chapter 7
T roy woke with a startled gasp, body rising from the bed as soon as his eyes sprung open, reaching for the bedside lamp but knocking it to the floor in his hurry. “Shit.” He tried to stop panicking and took a deep breath. It was just a dream, dickhead. Thirty and you still have the same childish nightmares you had when you were ten. How sad is that?
The door to his bedroom flew open, light spilling in from the landing blinding him as Liam stood there, breathing too fast and his face screwed up with worry.
“I'm okay. Turn the damn light off, you're blinding me.” Troy reached for the lamp on the floor, switching it on as Liam hit the light off in the hall.
“I heard a crash, wanted to check it out.”
“Just the lamp. I think I broke it.” Troy waggled it around, the stem now loose and the shade flopping from side to side.
“Yeah, I'd say so.” Liam chuckled as he leaned against the doorframe. “Nightmare?”
“Yeah, same old shit.” Troy laid back, kicking the sheet off him and staring at Liam yawning. “Go back to bed.”
“I'm not really tired.”
Troy laughed loudly. Liam’s words were yawned out and totally not believable at all. “Well, I'm putting the TV on. Come watch it with me.” He knew in five minutes Liam would be fast asleep, that’s what always happened, but the good thing was, he’d be right behind him.
“Don’t put one of those shitty subtitled Japanese films on. They do my head in.”
“They’re awesome.” Troy found one on a random channel and Liam groaned as he lay beside Troy, thumping his pillow into submission before he settled his head on it. “Oh hey, we watched this one a few years ago.” Troy laid back, thinking how little things had changed. He hated sleeping alone, probably one of the reasons he slipped from one relationship to another, or was cool in between letting Liam comfort him. “I’ve not had one in six months.”
“You were shouting again.” Liam glanced over, their eyes holding the look but neither speaking. Words didn’t really add anything to the moment. They knew each other too well, spoken about this hundreds of times. It changed nothing.
Troy pretended to watch the film, but really it was just something to rest his gaze on while he thought. Liam was chuckling at the dodgy subtitles, sprawled out with just his shorts on and the sheet wrapped around one leg. Troy did the same, staring up at the ceiling. The white colour and total lack of anything up there made his thoughts a little clearer. “He’s up for parole in six months. I got a letter about it.”
Liam stiffened next to him, grabbing the remote and dulling the overacting dubbing on the TV. “When did you find that out, and why didn’t you tell me?”
“Yesterday afternoon. You were late back from work and I hid in bed all night if you remember.”
“Oh yeah, well…” Liam rolled onto his side. “Do you get a chance to fight it?”
“I can speak to my solicitor and see what he suggests. I'm hoping I can, but they know everything he did, so all I can do is remind them of the long lasting effect what he did has on me.”
It was ten years ago when Troy had taken a rare weekend to visit his mum that everything went
“Yeah, but…” Milo ran his long fingers through his dark, wavy hair as he glared at Dalton. “I'm here. I'm tired, hungry, fucked off with work, and I'm not in the mood to pussyfoot around your emotional instabilities. So, with all that in mind… I asked Danny and Samuel to come over and deal with all that shit while I eat.” Milo grinned at last. “Oh, come on! I'm shit at this. You know this about me. You need Danny.”
“Hmm.” Dalton closed his eyes.
It was all planned and too late to stop, so he should just pull on his big boy pants and deal with it. It was only one evening with friends. Let them do what made them feel better, and then Dalton could hide in bed after they left.
Chapter 7
T roy woke with a startled gasp, body rising from the bed as soon as his eyes sprung open, reaching for the bedside lamp but knocking it to the floor in his hurry. “Shit.” He tried to stop panicking and took a deep breath. It was just a dream, dickhead. Thirty and you still have the same childish nightmares you had when you were ten. How sad is that?
The door to his bedroom flew open, light spilling in from the landing blinding him as Liam stood there, breathing too fast and his face screwed up with worry.
“I'm okay. Turn the damn light off, you're blinding me.” Troy reached for the lamp on the floor, switching it on as Liam hit the light off in the hall.
“I heard a crash, wanted to check it out.”
“Just the lamp. I think I broke it.” Troy waggled it around, the stem now loose and the shade flopping from side to side.
“Yeah, I'd say so.” Liam chuckled as he leaned against the doorframe. “Nightmare?”
“Yeah, same old shit.” Troy laid back, kicking the sheet off him and staring at Liam yawning. “Go back to bed.”
“I'm not really tired.”
Troy laughed loudly. Liam’s words were yawned out and totally not believable at all. “Well, I'm putting the TV on. Come watch it with me.” He knew in five minutes Liam would be fast asleep, that’s what always happened, but the good thing was, he’d be right behind him.
“Don’t put one of those shitty subtitled Japanese films on. They do my head in.”
“They’re awesome.” Troy found one on a random channel and Liam groaned as he lay beside Troy, thumping his pillow into submission before he settled his head on it. “Oh hey, we watched this one a few years ago.” Troy laid back, thinking how little things had changed. He hated sleeping alone, probably one of the reasons he slipped from one relationship to another, or was cool in between letting Liam comfort him. “I’ve not had one in six months.”
“You were shouting again.” Liam glanced over, their eyes holding the look but neither speaking. Words didn’t really add anything to the moment. They knew each other too well, spoken about this hundreds of times. It changed nothing.
Troy pretended to watch the film, but really it was just something to rest his gaze on while he thought. Liam was chuckling at the dodgy subtitles, sprawled out with just his shorts on and the sheet wrapped around one leg. Troy did the same, staring up at the ceiling. The white colour and total lack of anything up there made his thoughts a little clearer. “He’s up for parole in six months. I got a letter about it.”
Liam stiffened next to him, grabbing the remote and dulling the overacting dubbing on the TV. “When did you find that out, and why didn’t you tell me?”
“Yesterday afternoon. You were late back from work and I hid in bed all night if you remember.”
“Oh yeah, well…” Liam rolled onto his side. “Do you get a chance to fight it?”
“I can speak to my solicitor and see what he suggests. I'm hoping I can, but they know everything he did, so all I can do is remind them of the long lasting effect what he did has on me.”
It was ten years ago when Troy had taken a rare weekend to visit his mum that everything went
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