Tim had to admit that sitting on a blanket on the grass wasn’t really his thing. More than a couple of times he found himself casting his gaze over the perimeter, checking for unwanted creatures that would invade their space. He’d learned as a child that ants were icky, and he hadn’t changed his mind since.
Not that LA didn’t have parks, but he didn’t really find himself at any of them.
“Are you completely miserable?” Brandon asked, his tone more than a little amused.
If he hadn’t been smiling, Tim probably would have completely lied to spare his feelings. But since Brandon’s face was so open and accepting, he decided to admit the truth.
“Not completely, no.”
“But this is definitely not your thing.”
“No. But I like being with you.” Tim glanced over at the duck pond, where boy and gir
