Scott wiped his mouth with a towel and the proceed to brush his teeth for the second time. It always took two or three brushes to get the horrid taste of barfing out of his mouth. He sighed, he really wished he’d get over this stomach virus, it was a nightmare, and incredibly bad timing. They had, had to reschedule the interview for the adoption agency twice now because of him. He glanced at his watch and sighed, his husband would be home soon but the last thing he needed was to have the house smell of food. The simple idea myde his stomach turn. “He’s just gonna have to have sandwiches, maybe a nice salad,” Scott mumbled before heading to the couch.