He and Malibu were very close as children.” She chirped.“That’s the name.” he muttered. Wendell did not like this.Tuesday, in the late of evening, as Wendell sat in their living room, Francesco engrossed in a novel beside him, he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease.”You’ve been coming by less and less,” Wendell finally voiced, his tone tinged with a mixture of concern and something darker that he refused to name. “Oh, uh—””You mostly cry,” Francesco continued, his tone even almost monotone, but the same time, stoic as he normally was.He set his spoon down with more force than necessary, the sudden clink against the bowl echoed in the stillness of the room. Gay sex His eyes searching Wendell’s expression. I just want it all to end.’ You asshole, you don’t even know how hard it is for me to hear you say shit like that.” He raked his fingers through his hair.“I—didn’t realize I said any of those things.”“Whatever. Although he was only crossing his arms, Francesco looked as if he was holding himself.
