Alan sat at the kitchen table, staring at the covered bowls of chips and he lets out a sigh. He couldn’t believe he just said those words like that. His business is no one’s business except his. Yet, how come this man who puts the statue of David to shame with his gorgeousness and his son just find their way into his head, telling him that he looks sad and that things will get better.
Alan scoffed and folds his arms across his chest as he thought, his head tilting to the side. Do they think life is that easy? He’s been through a lot and had almost forgotten what happiness and laughter was until he met Louis. The one man who understands him, understands that sometimes he needs space, understands that he needs to keep working to take his mind off pain, the same man who told him not to thin
