Phil smirked. “There are no little old ladies or kittens on building sites.”
Bobby pouted. “You knew what I meant. Have you had a good day?”
Phil smiled and told of his promotion, temporary though it was.
“That’s brilliant! So proud of you.” Bobby’s lips found Phil’s and they kissed. Bobby rested his hands on Phil’s shoulders and gave them a squeeze, his fingers tapping the plasticky material. “Is this one of those Hi Vis jackets?”
Phil smiled. “Uh huh. And…” He lifted Bobby’s right hand and placed it on his head.
“A hard hat!” Bobby’s smile was full force. “f**k, a real live hot builder, here in my hallway.”
“Well, I’m alive and I’m in your hallway and I’m a builder.”
“And you’re hot!” Bobby insisted.
Phil shrugged. They’d had this discussion several times already. If Bobby wanted
