Through the Screen

"no, that's not how you spell it," noah rolls his eyes as he nosily peaks at adrian's essay, and the smaller boy only scowls, quickly scribbling the word and rewriting it.

noah had stopped moping around once adrian returned from school, his curly hair plastered to his forehead and his tie hanging loosely around his neck. noah had pushed his hair back affectionately and placed a kiss against his forehead, before telling him to change.

half an hour later they were in the kitchen, adrian with a splotch of flour on his face as he tried to roll some kind of a dough, and noah just furrowing his eyebrows before running his thumb over the boy's cheek to dust it off.

they watched a few movies, and ate lunch together on the dining ; noah complaining about work and adrian, about school. they were bonding over undercooked potatoes and doughy pasta, uncensored rambling about people that neither of them knew.

of his inconsiderate teachers ; and adrian just rested his chin in his palms as noah talked rubbish about everything, ranging from the annoying

write an essay, and noah was

chest, dropping the his pen on the

i can do whatever i want," noah said nonchalantly, wanting to see the annoyed expression on his child's

later, and noah only hummed softly in

to put up our christmas tree? there's barely a week left for christmas," adrian frowned, and noah