Markus
Grey seems unhappy. He’s been grumbling all morning, which has turned into full blown growling at anyone who even dares to come near him by the end of the day. Quinn’s radio silence for almost the entire day has been grinding on him, and yeah, it’s bugging me too, but I am not jumping to conclusions or letting it sour my mood, now am I?
Quinn’s cat meows loudly at us when we unlock the front door the moment we get back home and runs to rub his back around my ankles, while angrily staring at Grey.
My brother looks helplessly at me and my heart sinks again as I lean down and grab the cat to shut him off. Of course, the little f*ucker tries to bite me, making it more than clear he prefers Grey over me and hates it that he’s stuck with me because Grey can’t hold him, not really.
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