Diary Drabble: Wound

Are you sulking?

Irwin turns his shoulders away from Amir just enough to answer in contrast to his emphatic, no. Amirs snort of laughter does nothing to improve Irwins mood.

Oh, really?

A soft kiss to the crown of Irwins head before the sofa dips beside him has Irwin looking up and trying not to smile.

Let me see your wound.

Amir draws Irwins hand into his lap, gentle thumbs either side of the gash on his palm.

Its just a papercut. A bad one.

Well need to amputate.

Are you mocking me?

Yes,...