just_1_word | 6.8. Happy

6.8. Happy

Co-written with pullmysteth

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Riley’s brow was furrowed as he watched Pat over the top of his can of Diet Coke. “Pat, you don’t…” he began and then sighed. “I knew this was going to happen.”

Pat picked a raisin off his cookie and flicked it in Riley’s general direction. “You haven’t driven me out, darling, so don’t give me that big green-eyed puppy dog look. You’re as bad as Lachie when you do that. You’d make me hand over my dick on a platter if I thought you needed it. You’re still stuck with me mostly during the week and it won’t be every weekend because he’ll have business functions to attend in New York a lot of the time.”

“You can’t tell me you won’t be going to those with him,” Riley returned with a point for emphasis.

( “Why would I?” Pat laughed. “They’re business things.” )

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Word Count | 1,132