“The answer is no,” Henry spoke immediately once he was the other person’s presence next to him. Not even giving them a second to ask their question. “No, I will not write you a prescription. No, I will not sleep with you,” he carried on as he flipped the page of his book. “No, I will not watch your stuff while you’re in the loo. And yes, this seat is taken.”
‘well i know it’s taken, darling. taken by me.’ victor said as he slid into the seat beside the other. ‘you’re such an ass, hen. i don’t want to sleep with you and you write me a prescription? i don’t think you know the difference between acetaminophen and ibuprofen. so no thanks, i don’t want to die.’











