Another benefit of me being younger than Elliot and Leo is I can keep up with the two of them. Leo and Elliot both have pain days, and sometimes I find myself running from one to the other, especially if Leo’s in too much pain to leave his apartment. Fortunately, that doesn’t happen very often.
Before my departure, there were maybe ten days over all our years together when Leo had to call off work because he literally couldn’t move. On those days, I would usually call in sick and stay home to take care of him. Or I’d go in for a few hours, long enough to get what I needed to work from home, and then return.
Since my return, Leo’s had two high-pain days that were bad enough he had to call off work. On those days, since Elliot didn’t have to be anywhere, he practically ordered me to go take care of Leo. I know it rips him up inside that he can’t be the one to take care of Leo, but I always refocus him and remind him of the bigger picture.
Although I also keep those situations in mind, to hopefully leverage Elliot into marrying Leo at some future point. Unfortunately, I know it won’t happen before the election. Leo would most likely order me not to manipulate Elliot, I’m sure, but it’s an option I’m keeping open.
Because Iwillget my two chuckleheads hitched. If they’re together, we can all be togetherandhave our happily ever after.
Something tells me it won’t be easy. All three of us seem to be in the habit of getting in our own ways and screwing things up, even when we don’t mean to, although we’ve been getting better about that lately.
Is it weird that the longer things seem to go smoothly, the more paranoid I become about looking for other shoes to drop?
