Chapter 6
Trevor wasn’t lonely. He wasn’t missing Paul. The empty space on the sofa of an evening didn’t bother him.
“Oh look, see that pig fly over next door’s garden shed?” Trevor grumbled as he slumped into his armchair. There were only so many times one could re-organise the kitchen cupboards before it bordered on obsessive compulsive disorder.
He’d had the pleasure of Paul’s company for over two months. The rational part of his brain told him it was a good thing Paul had moved back home when he did. He was becoming all too used to having someone else around the place. Someone to cook and clean for, someone to talk to, someone to laugh and joke around with.
Trevor blinked rapidly, he absolutely refused to shed tears over this. Paul needed to get back to his own place now it was dri
