He'd gotten off late from work, and instead of heading out to blow off some steam, he'd come home. Like he had every night for the past few weeks. And it was getting to him. The fucking domesticity of it. He felt like he'd been leashed.
And it had turned him into a real bastard. A bastard who couldn't fucking sleep.
When he stumbled down stairs, he was groggy and moody and looked like the last person you wanted to fuck with. In swept Kimmy, a little less sunny than usual, but she was still a little too much to swallow.
He needed some coffee. And a protein smoothie.
She turned around to shut the door and Brian squinted. "What the fuck is that?" He asked, with absolutely no preamble.
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He'd gotten off late from work, and instead of heading out to blow off some steam, he'd come home. Like he had every night for the past few weeks. And it was getting to him. The fucking domesticity of it. He felt like he'd been leashed.
And it had turned him into a real bastard. A bastard who couldn't fucking sleep.
When he stumbled down stairs, he was groggy and moody and looked like the last person you wanted to fuck with. In swept Kimmy, a little less sunny than usual, but she was still a little too much to swallow.
He needed some coffee. And a protein smoothie.
She turned around to shut the door and Brian squinted. "What the fuck is that?" He asked, with absolutely no preamble.