Brandon flung his little body across the room, and Steve scrambled to keep his brother from barreling right into his boyfriend’s lap. “Be careful,” he warned gently. “Andy’s got a boo-boo.”
Brandon looked solemnly at Andy, who held up his elastic-encased wrist, victim of a sprain caused by a fall from a position he’d never describe to anyone. “Just watch out for this and we’ll be fine, buddy,” he said, smiling.
Brandon climbed onto the sofa, all hands and feet. “Make it better,” he said, leaning over to press his mouth against the wrap of fabric covering Andy’s skin.