This is all Dina’s fault…“Explain to me again why I have to help you clean your car?” Oliver asks as he maneuvers a vacuum wand over the backseat of Connor’s car.
“’Cuz we’re boyfriends now,” Connor answers as he cleans out his armrest, tossing receipts and gum wrappers in an old fast food bag. “This is one of the perks.”
Oliver rolls his eyes and mutters to himself. “Still don’t understand why we had to do this on the first nice Saturday of the year.” And then louder and over his shoulder to Connor, “You know another thing boyfriends do? The dishes.”
“What? I can’t hear you over the vacuum,” Connor calls out.
“You’re an asshole,” Oliver calls back.
“Yeah but you love me anyway,” Connor says. He looks up with a knowing smirk, and dammit if he isn’t right.
Oliver smiles, in spite of himself, and turns back to the task at hand. “How does a grown man with no children get so many crumbs on the backseat of his car?”
“I watched my sister’s kids over Christmas,” Connor answers as he moves on to cleaning out his glove box.
“Taking them for the day only explains about half of these. And you haven’t cleaned your car since before Christmas?”
“It wasn’t for the day. It was for the week.” Connor’s response is absentminded as he digs through old paperwork. Which is his newest insurance card and which can get tossed? “They were off school and I was home. Seemed silly to have her take off work or get daycare or something.”
“You watched your sister’s kids for a week?”
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