One afternoon, Kyle had just finished cooking dinner for his husband and placed it on the table. He sighed softly, as if preparing to wait for Ethan, his husband, to come home.
He didn't have to wait long. The man finally came home, wearing a blue collared shirt and dirty work gloves. Kyle immediately ran over to him and took his hat and jacket.
"I made soup fish balls today. I hope you like them," he said softly.
"Whatever you cook is fine. As long as I can eat it and it's not bad, I'll accept it."
Unlike Kyle, Ethan responded with a cold answer that didn't sound gentle at all. The words he used weren't harsh, but they lacked emotion or affection as a couple.
Kyle could only nod his head as he watched Ethan walk to the bathroom. He seemed to be used to the way his husband treated him.
The cold and indifferent attitude was always what he received from him. Sometimes he wondered, Does that man love him?
