Wound

“Are you sulking?”

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

“Oh, really?”

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

“Let me see your wound.”

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

“It’s just a papercut. A bad one.”

“We’ll need to a...