Austin was sitting on the edge of the queen-sized bed adorned with stuffed animals and pillows. It wasn't his bed. It was Yves, and the younger man was walking around the large room like he had something to say. They were both in Yves' apartment that Austin rented for him. It was on the top floor of an apartment complex, and you could look down at the city like it was a monopoly town if you stood by one window. That was what Yves was currently doing/ He was holding on to the sides of the window with his legs crossed and lips fixed into a pout. He was wearing one of the many silk robes he had, and a pair of fluffy slippers.
"What's on your mind?" Austin asked, unable to take the silence anymore. Yves had been walking with that pout and a little scowl on his face for over an hour now. What
