Sam was angry for most of the night after Brody left. After putting the kids to bed he crawled into his own and sighed, looking up at the wall. Brody had pretty much done anything, at least in Sam’s eyes. The man was as lazy as lazy could get. Lazier than a sleepy dog. Sam flipped around in his bed and couldn’t get comfortable. He probably shouldn’t have told Brody he was getting fat… Sigh. He grabbed the pillow Brody had used and held it close to him, inhaling the scent. The scent of the man he loved. He started to cry, wishing he hadn’t said all those things. Brody had been trying to help. Sam was just being a whiny bitch. He knew Brody would’ve helped had he asked. He reached for his phone and dialed his apparently ex-boyfriend, crying into his pillow.