Irksome is the hand that cards through his hair yet the youth hasn’t the heart to brush the elder away. Instead, he cranes his chin forward with a small scoff.
“Noooooo. It’s only… he’s never late.”
Legs fold, balancing their heights eye-to-eye.
“ Y’know what? I forgot, your grandpa told me it was just me ‘n you today. Somethin’ about you makin’ sure I don’t get in trouble — but that’d mean you’re more grown up than I thought. ”










