Hanging - Primeval Drabble
Connor woke up slowly. He groaned at the unwelcome memories of drunkenly trying to grope Ryan, and then throwing up.
Connor could hear Ryan moving around, the faint smell of cooking left him feeling nauseous and ravenous at the same time. He didn't think that was possible.
He wondered if Ryan was angry, if he'd throw him out, whether any of that breakfast was for him? Most of all, he wondered how he was ever going to look Ryan in the eye again.
The door was opening. Hiding under the covers and hoping everything went away sounded a great idea.
Continued here in Communication
Connor could hear Ryan moving around, the faint smell of cooking left him feeling nauseous and ravenous at the same time. He didn't think that was possible.
He wondered if Ryan was angry, if he'd throw him out, whether any of that breakfast was for him? Most of all, he wondered how he was ever going to look Ryan in the eye again.
The door was opening. Hiding under the covers and hoping everything went away sounded a great idea.
Continued here in Communication