[Joule] Family
Anthony's out when I finally manage to finish the laundry, but I hear the door open and close, his familiar footfalls at the base of the stairs. His side of the bed is now covered in neat stacks of shirts and underwear when he comes up, and he wordlessly starts putting them away in his side of the dresser. I fold a few more long sleeved shirts, and finally make it down to a ratty green and white scarf he's had since I first met him. That last he takes from me gently, reverently, and holds it against his cheek.