Charles
“Liam, let’s eat,” Charles called as he entered their rented room, with a large-sized pot in his hands.
Liam halted his reading and looked up to Charles. He then reflexively stood up and paced toward Charles, and was about to take the pot away from Charles when he froze.
Why was he helping Charles again?
Liam’s hands were in an awkward position when they were already touching Charles’ hands.
“Uhm, Liam,” Charles called. “The pot is heavy. You should step aside for a bit.”
“Oh.” Liam snapped out of his daze and scurried to the side.
With a subtle Oomph, Charles placed the pot on his table. They were lucky enough that the room was quite big, and as if compensating for their lack of intimacy with each other, they were given two separate tables.
Liam seemed to favor the situati
