Caleb flushed with embarrassment, both from wishing he felt so sure about his own father, and from the reminder of God's word. There was a small pit in his stomach of guilt, and distracted, Gale succeeded in hitting him with the pillow.
"Yeah. I just meant...y'know, no bedtime or anything. I don't know." He flopped back down, sitting across from Gabe, still clutching his pillow in one hand.
"You know what we should do?" His smile returned, a tiny one.
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Date: 2015-08-19 01:30 am (UTC)"Yeah. I just meant...y'know, no bedtime or anything. I don't know." He flopped back down, sitting across from Gabe, still clutching his pillow in one hand.
"You know what we should do?" His smile returned, a tiny one.