"Grading" with Father Greg

Brian walked slowly down the halls, one hand swinging by his side, another holding a bag of candies. For the entire time he’d been away from Greg, his mind was racing with worry. Greg’s obsession with all this exercise scared him. What if he worked himself too hard? He could get hurt, or even…no. Brian wasn’t going to think like that. He couldn’t. Sighing, he stopped outside of Greg’s office, pushing the door open, ┬ánot really bothering to knock. It just seemed silly now that they were..together. Seeing Greg, a sheepish smile spread across his face. “Hey.” Brian walked over to the couch, and plopped down. “So. What’s this essay about?” Raising an eyebrow, he opened his bag of candies, taking out a handful.