Summary: It is ironic, Jeane thinks, that the two men in her life should be so similar in nearly every way, and yet only ever tolerated each other.

( Little things )

Kaleb jerked awake with a curse, limbs flailing as his sleep muddled mind attempted to grasp what woke him up.  A low whine and a furry face shoved against his own had him dropping his head back against the pillow, rubbing at his eyes.  “Minion?  What the hell?”

Seeing that he was awake, Minion braced a paw on his shoulder and rubbed his ( Read more... )