“You push intellectually and you think creatively, and I admire that so much.” Grayson leaned forward to kiss Wyatt on the cheek. “So please don’t worry about it. Please.”
Wyatt nodded but didn’t look wholly convinced, so Grayson kissed them again and then shoved them gently over. “Let me finish the dishes.”
Grayson washed. Wyatt watched him for a while and then reached for a dishcloth. “Let me dry.”
They worked in silence until the dishes were done and the leftovers put away.
“You okay?” Grayson took Wyatt’s hands in his.
“Yeah.” A little bit of the unhappiness that lingered in Wyatt’s expression cleared. They smiled and bent to kiss Grayson. “Thank you.”
“Come on.” Grayson pulled them back into the living room, and they both curled on the couch.
“For Christmas”—Wyatt put their arm
