"Wipe your hair, Zade. It's dripping all over me," Rai complained, shifting away as the freshly bathed bastard practically glued himself to his side.
As promised, Zade did come early that day. And since Rai was on the sofa to roll his eyes and welcome him, Zade was feeling very energetic tonight.
"Can you wipe my hair for me then?"
"Do it yourself. I am not your mom."
"But my mom never wiped my hair. Well, I don't remember."
Rai paused, a sudden pang of frustration hitting him as he felt stupid for accidentally dragging 'mom' into the conversation. He always tried to avoid bringing up anything mother-related around Zade, having noticed how unnerved and quiet Zade used to get whenever the subject came up before.
Rai wasn't trying to be kind or gentle, not at all, it was just that the thought of hurting Zade using his own mother felt entirely distasteful. He figured Zade probably felt the exact same way about Rai not having a father.
