Twenty Five

It was a Wednesday, me and Leon were about to go on nights and had a day off to prepare. He was sitting, shirtless on his sofa, playing some game.

“Did you want me to go home at any point?” I walked into his living room, a bowl of cereal in my hand. I hadn’t really been home in months. Only occasionally to tidy or check my post.

“No, this is your home.” He said firmly, grabbing a slice of toast and taking a quick bite.

“It’s not.” I tried to giggle.

“One sec, this is live. I can’t pause it.” Leon’s face was still on the screen. I continued eating my cereal, watching him. He threw his game controller down, turning to me. “Then make it your home.” He shrugged. Wow, I waited for that.

“How are we going to live together and people at work don’t even know we are together? That sounds scary to me”. I watched his face cross, picking up his controller again. “I checked the guidance, the longer we leave it, the worse it will be. You can’t be my sergeant.”

“Alright jesus woman!” Leon laugh