Callum sat slumped on the lounge as he did every other night next to a man he loathed but happened to share a bed and bank account with.
He wanted desperately for something else, anything else, someone else, but change was far more frightening than misery ever could be.
“How was work?” his partner mumbled, head buried in a packet of chips.
“Fine, and you?”
They sat in silence watching Prison Break, neither really paying attention, both just thankful there was something to distract them from their inescapable discontent.
Later, they retreated to separate bathrooms and texted other men.