The First Age

Jack was a cool name, he nodded with mighty approval. He wondered how serious they were and briefly thought about the person that shared the other half of his wedding ring. it was currently stuffed into the pocket of a pair of pants: the ring. It was probably about the time his husband was about to leave work and begin the commute home. Unless he stopped at happy hour, he loved happy hour. Andre smirked smugly to himself as he shifted further down into the couch to get comfortable. He liked Tenz and Mik and wouldn’t trade places for the world. Even if Chicago was closer to the good pizza or happy hour.

It wasn’t long afterward that Andre fell asleep.