“Okay, but you’re wrong,” Cairo said, scoffing as he paused, typing on the laptop to look at Wing with a smile.
Wing grinned. “I am not, you are. It is Damon over Stefan.”
“No, Wing, it’s Stefan.”
“Aether,” Cairo groaned. “Who do you like?”
“I like Klaus," he replied, grinning.
“Aether’s opinion is irrelevant,” Wing deadpanned, rolling his eyes as he waved his hand.
“You’re adorable when you're mad,” Cairo said, grinning, his hazel eyes shining, and Wing paused to stare at him,
“You're adorable when you're mad,” he mocked, making a face of distaste before leaning in and letting their lips kiss. “And you’re still a rat.”
Wing had been at home with Cairo, the man sitting on the couch doing some work while watching TV with Aether. Wing had his legs on Cairo’s lap and the laptop on his
