“Oh, sure, let’s just … pass right out. What, do you want me to lose control?” Kris sighed and dragged his hands over his face. “My whole life is just strange right now,” he muttered under his breath.
“Hey, I had not meant it such.” He frowned, pulling his knees up so his arms rested on them. “Changes are indeed strange. Some not acceptable, others perhaps.” Hal murmured, now not sure of whom he was talking to now. Himself?
Kris couldn’t resist the temptation to run a hand along Harry’s ankle, enjoying the feel of the leather against his skin. “What changes aren’t acceptable?” he coaxed.