Gifts for Khapsized
Nathan rarely ever curses. It usually takes a large amount of alcohol to get him to even say shit and then he spends an incredibly long amount of time feeling bad about it. He bites down on Matt’s neck, making Matt buck up, and then soothes the bite mark over with his tongue. “Please,” he says into Matt’s ear, “come on Matt please.”
“I just want to get this right,” Michael says to Jane, their social worker who keeps eying Ryan like he’s about to destroy her entire office, again. “It’s C-o-n-o-r not C-o-n-n-o-r.”
“Yes,” she says and slowly pulls her papers closer to herself. Ryan isn’t doing anything but jittering his leg nervously . Jane is still scarred from the first time they met – Ryan had tripped on thin air and taken out a lamp, pulled down the curtains and destroyed a couple of folders with Mountain Dew, all in one fatal sweep.
The one where Michael and Ryan are still Olympians and foster a six-year-old Conor Dwyer.