Bed and breakfast. Twiddler
Edward hissed gently as he massaged his newly re-located arm, looking up at Harvey, watching him walk across the carpeted floor.
“Better?” Harvey asked, pouring a cup of strawberry juice for the smaller man.
Edward nodded, “Yeah, much, thank you.”
Harvey nodded, walking back over and handing Edward his drink, pausing for a second to run his ran through the man’s ginger hair, “You should be more careful.”
A deep frown fell on the smaller man’s brow, “It wasn’t my fault, Harvey,” he almost snapped, stretching out his arm again. After a second he huffed angrily, his eyes falling to the floor, “I… I need a break or something.”
“What?” Harvey asked, feeling his heart speed up at the word ‘Break’, what did that mean? Did he mean a break in the relationship? Harvey knew it was his mistake that had caused Edward’s injury, but he hadn’t meant to do it, it was a mistake