After witnessing the touching reunion of his father and uncle, Colin went upstairs to his old room, where he found Martin dozing on the bed, still dressed.
“Sweetheart, I’m back.” Colin greeted his man with a kiss.
Martin groaned and sat up. “What time is it?” he yawned.
“Just after ten. Uncle Matt’s flight was delayed.”
“Oh.”
“Want to go downstairs and say hello?”
“I’m tired,” Martin said unenthusiastically.
Colin sighed. It had been a long day, and he didn’t want to get into an argument. “Okay, need a hand finding the bathroom?”
“No. I’m not a baby, I know where it is,” Martin snapped.
“Sorry,” Colin said, keeping the lid on his temper. It seemed no matter what he said, he was always in the doghouse. Colin winced at his inappropriate thought. “I’m going to take a shower, then
