for Adam

[iwasmore]

Noah liked having a key to Hywel and his own bedroom, even if he didn't live there. It made him feel like he belonged, like a second home. Like back in Henrietta, only this bedroom he could actually use if he wanted to.

He was in Adam's bedroom at the moment, though, sprawled out on the floor with Copper, petting her stomach. Adam's bedroom was still pretty bare, not much in it to make it look like anyone lived there. Noah would have to find some cool stuff at the thrift store to brighten it up. Adam couldn't be trusted to, Noah had seen all the other places he'd lived and they'd all been sparse.

Of course, those were under different conditions.

Adam was on his air mattress, flipping through a Törgt catalog. Noah looked at him upside down from the floor.

"Are you gonna get a bed today?"

Comments

[incognoscibilis]

"I'm looking," Adam said, marking down another possibility. No matter how much he knew it was a necessity and how much he knew he had money, Adam still had a hard time swallowing the prices. He still looked for discount rugs and dithered over value versus cheapness. It was those questions that made shopping harder than it had to be.

"I'd probably have to borrow the Pig or something. Unless I wanted to get it delivered."

Unless he wanted to pay.