Robert wrinkled his nose as Aaron walked into the kitchen, practically dripping onto the freshly cleaned kitchen floor. “You smell like a wet dog,” he commented, grimacing at the dirty puddle his husband was making on the floor he’d spent all morning mopping.
“I’m going to kill Paddy.”
“Probably not wise,” Robert tossed a towel at him, Aaron trying to dry the worst of the wetness from his hair. “Why though?”
“Because, not only did he make me come and help him out today when he’s got Rhona and Vanessa for this kind of stuff, he lost his footing up at a farm and shoved me into a fucking river!”
“Good thing you didn’t drown, I suppose.”
Aaron glared at him. “Did I mention the river was about 90% mud?”
Robert snorted. “I guessed as much, yeah.”
“Robert, this isn’t funny!”
“It is, a bit.” Robert rooted in a drawer for a bin bag, holding it out. “Come on, clothes in here, you’re ruining my house.”
“Our house.” Aaron half heartedly corrected, already stripping out of his mud caked clothes, shivering with the cold. It was late November, not exactly ideal weather to get a soaking in.
“I’ll bring these to that industrial washing machine in Hotten tomorrow, it’ll ruin our machine.” Robert said, tossing the bag into the utility room. “Go run a bath, eh? I’ll make you a cup of tea and I’ll be up in a second.”
Aaron nodded, giving Robert a grateful smile.
“Go! You’ll freeze down here.”
“I love you, you know.” Aaron blurted, moving toward the stairs.
Robert smiled. “I love you too. Now go, before you get bloody hypothermia and I’m the one who murders Paddy.”