He is, isn’t it? But I think our neighbour quite likes him too so I don’t think he’ll be around more than a couple of days, don’t worry :P
It’s okay, honey. :)
I wasn’t being defensive. I was just stating a fact. I know the likelihood of a dog in our future is slim. It’s okay, I happen to like furless pets too, if you ever want a pet. I promise :)
Okay. That sounds like a good idea. Although this poodle poochie is quite a cute little guy too. :)
If I was passively telling you I wanted a dog, I would start to talk about shelters and post pictures of dogs… our neighbour asked me last night, he has to go out of town for two nights. That’s the only reason. I figured it would be okay?
No need to get deffensive. I was just asking. And yes, it’s okay. As long as it doesn’t leave its fur everywhere.
We have to dogsit again in two weeks? Oh well, I guess it will be alright. Is this a passive way of telling me you want us to get a dog, Sebastian?
I would argue because I don’t think kissing wrinkles makes them better, but why would I argue about you kissing it to make it better?
You wouldn’t argue because you would be far too busy trying to squirm away from my kisses, which I know for a fact that you love. So shush, and let me kiss it better. ;)
"Do someone need me to kiss those wrinkles better?"
It’s been a long way, has it not?
You silly goose… I love you.
Sebastian nodded, “wheelchair it is! I just think fresh air outside of the hospital would be nice. Hospitals always have that smell.” He made a face, then poked his head outside of the room and caught the attention of a nurse. “Hi, sorry. I was wondering if we could take Kurt outside for some fresh air? With a wheelchair of course.” The nurse nodded and brought them over a wheelchair. Burt and Sebastian helped Kurt into the wheelchair as much as Kurt would let them and soon enough they were heading out of the building and into the little courtyard that was on hospital grounds, with Sebastian pushing the chair and Burt walking beside them. He was incredibly grateful that this wasn’t going to be a regular occurrence for them, spending time at the hospital.
Kurt was simply glad to be able to get out of that bed; now he understood what his father told him once about being able to made a cast with the wrinkles on his butt from that ichy bed. On his way out of the room, after he was helped into the wheelchair, he was able to snag the personal bag that Sebastian had brought him from home, and he placed it on his lap as he was wheeled out of the hospital. At first, he squinted his eyes from how bright everything was, then was grateful when Sebastian was able to find a place where they could settle, under a big tree that had a bench under it where his boyfriend and his father could sit down. He took the chance to rack his bag for some personal items that mainly included a brush for his hair and his sunglasses, plus a mirror. He fixed his hair so the patch on his scalp wasn’t all that visible, while silently praying that his hair would grow quickly. And while they all sit there, making small talk about small things, Kurt took a deep breath and smiled.
Everything wwould be fine.
It had to be.