"This is MY life, Tanner... there are ALWAYS more bombs." Paul sighed. Walking over to the sofa he flopped down onto it. The German Shepherd joined him, lifting the human's torso up so he could sit down, and then lowered Paul back down, resting the young man's back against his thighs.
Paul closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing, and the feel of Tanner's paws softly caressing his head. Neither spoke for many long minutes until, at long last, Paul opened his eyes again and looked up into the caring brown eyes of his lover gazing down at him, "Thank you." he said softly.
Tanner smiled gently, "For what?" he asked, ears perking.
"Just for being here." Paul noted.
"Hey..." Tanner replied with a warm smile, "there's nowhere else I'd rather be."
Excerpt from the upcoming More Than Friends chapter. Keep your eye on comidacomida, it should be posted shortly.