The Lillibrarian about 12 hours ago
The small voice is clear as a bell. "Was it another fight?"
"Mm." The punk flexes his bandaged fingers. "Prick had it comin'. Was talkin' shit about me."
"Did you win?"
"Yeah."
"Good." The borrower plants a kiss on his boyfriend's bruised knuckles.
The punk's usual frown relents. "Thanks, sweetie."