
Robbin put a paper bag on the table, smelling the distinctive aroma of roasted meat. From the picture printed on the bag, without looking inside it was already visible if the contents of the burger.
Because Robbin did not ask any further, Clay began to rile. Moreover, the man never let go of his sharp gaze, walked slowly then cupped his palm onto Clay's shoulder.
Berry said lightly, "It just so happens that my stomach has been rumbling."
"I'm not up to the heart, let you starve." Robbin pulled out his hand, grabbing a chair near his wife. "So, can you explain what's going on?" One of the elbows rests on the table, the other one perches on the back of the chair.
Although the tears were no longer coming out, Clay's sclera still looked red, it was difficult for him to accept Robbin's intimidating gaze. His heart and lungs were working harder because of anxiety. Brother Robbin can't be jealous of his own friends, right? inner Clay.
"Now" Berry said, handing the burger to Clay, and the woman accepted.
"Thank you." Clay opened the wrapper, bit it a little bit. "Sister Robbin ate?"
Robbin flicked his shoulders and took out the fries. Obviously, he tried to refrain from growling at— for watching Berry and Clay's interaction in an unusual position earlier. The action of the carib ignites the fire of jealousy in the chest. However, thanks to the self-soothing training all along, he was able to temper his anger.
"Not yet, I plan on eating it with you guys," I Robbin then pulled out one remaining burger.
Robbin behaved as calmly as possible, as if the collation of his wife and friend did not disturb the heart and mind. After all, between the two did not seem to be involved more than they should. Even with the movements of Berry are very relaxed.
After spending half of the burger, Berry explained, "Your wife fell and sprained." He went back to enjoying the bread in a big bite, then he said, "Panther jumped out of the cupboard."
Berry's explanation answered all the pain, fear, and confusion at the same time on Clay's face. Robbin regrets thinking no.
Robbin turned Clay's shoulders to face him, then cupped his wife's slender palms together. Put their hands on the lap of the woman. "Sorry, I've been gone too long, you've fallen, you've become."
"Trims, Ber."
"Not a problem." Berry sipped a fizzy drink.
The silence was felt for a few minutes, they ate each other's food. Berry immediately looked for a stash of cat food, before giving it to Panther—making sure it had not expired. "Well, what time is departure?"
"Current, the crowd fits our current situation—preventing a wide range of possibilities," Robbin explained.
Berry mangut-mangut sign understand.
In addition to burgers, Robbin also bought fries. The relaxing afternoon was over. Without consent, Robbin slipped his arm next to Clay's armpit, while another one behind his knee would take him to rest.
"Get in the hold not to fall."
Clay wrapped both arms and palms together behind Robbin's nape. "I can still walk, Brother Robbin."
Instead of objecting, Robbin carried Clay— as if lifting a pillow containing dacrons. "I don't want to take any chances, your legs need to recover quickly."
Robbin ignored Berry's expression which revealed ridicule. The dimpled man held a smile on his lips, even though the corner of his eyes looked shriveled.
"Well, I can die of asphyxiation here," Berry licked the romantic husband—wife, continuing to swing her legs into the TV viewing room.