Once again, the world changes....
"I thought you were going to work on the computer?" This is code for "Don't come over here wanting cuddles or conversation; I am reading my new Warhammer magazine." Not even 48 hours home, and he's already craving solitude.
"No, my lover did NOT leave his tighty-whiteys washed and folded neatly in your drawer."
"I didn't say...."
Some well-meaning relative bought very large briefs for my son, which, by virtue of not having Spiderman or Harry Potter emblazoned on them, wind up, by default, in Hawk's clean laundry.
"My lover doesn't wear underwear when he comes over here to visit me."
No. I didn't. But I wanted to.