The Man, Hollis

I stood in the room I share with Hollis, pacing the floor. Confusion streaming through my veins. We got back from his family home almost two hours ago and I had expected him inside the room with me. We needed to talk, to clear out the chaos choking at the edges. To arrive at an agreement, to define where we're headed at least.

But he halted at the living room and had been there ever since with Maxine. I could hear their muffled voices from here. Initially I thought he just wanted to offer me the privacy of taking a shower and freshening up. Since that had been our routine since I moved into the room with him.

So I quickly took a shower, changed into a lighter, simpler outfit and sat waiting for him. After what seemed like an eternity, I gave up and started heading to the sitting room.

There was something about Hollis Genovese, he is kind, patient, tolerating, accommodating to me at least. And oh, he easily dominates any room he is in. Those were just the few things I could think of