Through the Screen

Chapter 112: Epilogue Part 4

"you got a new car?" the conversation starter is highly unconventional for the couple who knows

absolutely nothing about cars, but it seems far more appropriate than staring at each other in silent

desperation and finding ways to constantly hide the flush in their cheeks. abel 's eyes are a little wide in

comical fascination, his fingertips grazing the dark metal door in awe, and noah just watches him—

that's all noah has been doing since the past hour anyway.

"yeah, about three months ago. adrian didn't tell you?" noah moves a bit closer—out of habit or want,

he doesn't know, but when the distance between his chest and abel 's back is far too less to be

considered friendly, he hears the sharp intake of breath coming from the younger male.

"n-not really, if you forgot, neither of us are interested in automobiles," abel struggles to keep the

snarky undertone in his words when noah is this close to him and he loses his voice almost completely

when noah breathes out a gentle laugh, one of his hands setting down on abel 's right shoulder firmly.

it's not a gesture that is supposed to be considered carnal in any shape or form—but the improper side

of abel 's brain begs to differ.

the unlikely discussion dies down too fast for their liking but it's not like either of them were expecting a

great banter out of something neither of them are passionate about, so as soon as noah opens the

passenger door in a tactful action and they both are seated, their exchange settles upon something

typical, something along the lines of the weather and politics.

they are aware that they are treading too slow, that there are things that need to be said and questions

that need to be answered and recovery that's supposed to be shared but the discussion of post-

heartbreak augmentation is too unappealing to give a thought. right now congenial silences are

preferred over loud answers and pleasant humour is preferred over the weighted discussion that is

bound to come.

the comfortable silence is interrupted gracelessly with a buzz from abel 's phone, and noah looks over

for a brief moment before offering a small smile.

adrianrobster : hey lad how is it going

abelrobster : don't call me lad ur my son

adrianrobster : that's not what i asked

adrianrobster : lad

abelrobster : well

abelrobster : LAD Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

abelrobster : its going alright

adrianrobster : did u make out

adrianrobster : is he polite

adrianrobster : is he SALTY omg

adrianrobster : wait who's side am i on

adrianrobster : i feel like a dad

abelrobster : bye

adrianrobster : hey nO COME BACK I NEED THE TEA

abelrobster : u are so inappropriate i'll block u

adrianrobster : am not???????? smh im just concerned for my sons

abelrobster : first of all that's incest

abelrobster : second of all it's illegal

adrianrobster : wait its only incest if my sons are doing something suggestive

abelrobster : blocked & reported

adrianrobster : give me dETAILS

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adrianrobster : father pls

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adrianrobster : fine i'll just text dad hes better than u anyway

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