Run That Body Down (Josh)

“It isn’t as though you’ve only eaten cookies recently,” the telepath replied. While he would never qualify to work in a restaurant, he did pride himself on his ability to prepare filling meals that consisted of enough variety and nutrition to constitute real food. Even with the heavy concentration of sweets that resulted from Josh’s baking and Sean’s tendency to keep sugar-and-glucose-laden food on reserve, the telepath didn’t doubt for a moment that his partner at better now than when he’d been living alone.

Granted, their alcohol intake was roughly par with what it had been before moving in together. And Josh’s physical activity had changed a bit but weren’t better than before. But Sean’s point remained valid.

The telepath didn’t want to get into an argument about this, which was the reason that their arguments typically had the same conclusion. While he could be stubborn, he typically chose his battles; and these types of arguments with Josh served no purpose other than to create stress, guilt, and frustration. Particularly given the conversation on Friday night, Sean chose to simply let it go.

As such, he replied, “All right.” He glanced around the layout of the store, attempting to determine the most likely location for that costume. Then he gestured in what he assumed was the general direction. “Let’s try there.”

The other remark about Josh’s figure resulted in Sean patting the other man’s stomach again. “They make jeans that fit me, so I’m sure there are jeans that fit you.”