24. KYLE
Our world has changed a little bit over the past few weeks. I didn’t know how things were going to go when Larry came to the office with the intention of leaving. I didn’t know if he would actually follow through with it or if Taylor’s plan would work. But apparently the change is welcome.
Taylor was the one who came up with it after all, so credit where credit is due. And since we started things over he’s right, it all just seems to be working a whole lot better for the both of us.
In a lot of ways, Peter and Taylor being related was getting in the way of their working relationship almost as much as Larry and I being together could have. There was too much of a personal connection there. And now those relationships have been separated, things couldn’t be better.
It means we can show up to the office in the morning and no one has to hide anything. It means we can go out to dinner, and if someone from work sees us it isn’t the end of the world. It means we’re happy, and that happiness is something I knew I was missing. Everything had become so repetitive I didn’t know what to do with myself. But now I had Larry, and every day felt like it was a new adventure.
We finish work at the end of another really long week and we head home, hand in hand, back to my house, which seems to be where we spend most of our time.
If things carry on as they are, I may just have to ask him to move in, or subtly suggest that he does. His flat is lovely, and I do love going there to spend time with him, but if we’re going to be constantly sleeping over at each other’s houses, what’s the point in having two properties? It’s just a waste of money.
Baby steps, I think to myself. That I’ve gone from Mr. No Feelings to thinking about him moving in with me is a miracle. Mike will be taking the piss out of me for as long as I live, and I’m not totally sure that I mind. He can take the piss all he wants. I’m happy.
“What do you want to do for dinner tonight?” Larry asks on the way home. We walked in this morning, so now we’re walking back. The night feels young, even though the week felt dreadfully long.
“Order in?” I suggest. “I can’t be arsed to cook.”
He grins at me. “Sounds perfect.”
We make our way home, hand in hand, and it feels perfect. Everything is falling into place. Finally. Finally. Finally.