The atmosphere in the room was tense with anger and annoyance. Dylan had his back turned to his boyfriend and his head buried in his laptop, finishing up some last-minute reports.
'Are you even listening?'
'I don't have time for this, Will. My mum is waiting for me to send in these reports to the hospital by noon and I have a patient coming soon. Please can we talk about this later?' Dylan huffed out as he took a look at the writing on the paper.
'All I ask is one f*****g second with my boyfriend. You go out in the morning, work all day, and by the time you get back at night you're all tired and exhausted. What am I suppose to do? Sit home and knit?'
'My parents give you money every week, go shopping or something. I can't babysit you twenty-four seven.' he retorted. Will walked around
