who: zane @lonclyroad where: eli’s apartment
The apartment was a mess he knew, but between the time he spent at the museum and the podcast, Eli barely had any time left. Whatever was left was spent on making sure that Noah was fed, that Noah was safe, that Noah was healthy. Eli couldn’t remember the last time he’d done something that didn’t involve his son. He wasn’t complaining, of course -- he loved the boy than he’d ever imagined he could -- but some days he missed the mischievous boy who’d gotten into trouble at every turn: the boy he’d been up until a tiny infant had been left at his door. Now he was cooking and cleaning and generally doing his best to be a responsible adult. It was exhausting. Plopping himself down on the couch with all the grace he could muster (which wasn’t much), Eli turned to face Zane, a teasing half smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “So, when’re you gonna move in so you can support me with your fancy ass cafe job? ‘Cause, babe, I’m over working. I’m in the market for a sugar daddy.”