Rakshie ,smiled faintly after that small sorry he got from Pushka.
Maybe he could try harder to be at least friends since his never had any.
He always wanted them but no one wanted to be even close to him and called him names he'd rather forget, faggot , cock sucker, girl boy.
Those were hard times but he tried to forget them he had thought of killing himself a few times but he kept strong his grandfather giving him hope all the way.
He cooked supper since it was getting late and he presumed Pushka , would be back soon.
He put his heart into cooking the best meal , after all it was for his husband.
Pushka , did come back home still with a stoic expression, he had a bad day at work and just wanted to be alone.
Rakshie , came from the kitchen hearing the door open and someone enter, he saw it was Pushka , and smiled faintly, hello he said in a whisper.
Pushka , merely glared at him and went upstairs to take a shower and get to work on all the paperwork he had.
Rakshie , felt like crying he looked at the food he cooked and knew he was going to eat alone tonight .
He sat down and slowly ate his food.