 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Hartley began arranging the books from the first box in alphabetical order according to title. See, he was more likely to remember the names of the books rather than by author so his chosen method of organising would work best for him. As he began playing them on the topmost shelf, he laughed softly at his boyfriend’s words. “Quite sure that’s the amount we had all along. Maybe it all seems a lot because everything we owned separately is now in one place.” Saying that, Hart realised he already missed Evan; they had been flatmates for a few years and their friendship had developed into a strong one during that time. Hartley made a mental note to check up on Evan soon.
The comment about ‘waging war’ made the Historian laugh, and he put down his books in a neat pile without a second thought. Sure, Daf had said there was no rush but maybe Hart just wanted to be close to him white they settled into their first place as a couple. That was why he was soon at the kitchen’s entrance where he leaned casually against the wall as he watched his boyfriend surrounded by all the boxes and utensils. Hartley felt very content as he stood there silently observing the other young man, his heart bursting with love for him. Dafydd was looking around the kitchen but Hart had eyes only for him right now. |