I can tell by his squirming behind me that he’s bored.
I mean what can I expect, he doesn't have the patience or the willpower to sit through a two-hour-long movie, even if it is the masterpiece that is 2005 Pride and Prejudice.
“Do you want to watch something else?” I ask, pausing the movie and looking behind and up at him.
He tries and fails to stop wriggling.
“Um, maybe? I don’t know. I’m just not really in the headspace to watch something tonight. Sorry.”
I close the laptop and sigh.
I turn back to him.
“Do you want to talk about what’s on your mind?”
Simon has been in therapy for over a year now, he’s doing much better than he was before, but he still has his moments where his mind drifts. Nowhere near the extent it used to be. He doesn’t withdraw from me anymore and he still wants to be touching me and be touched by me.
He does sometimes still a bit iffy around sex, but, like I said, nowhere near the extent it used to be.
“Agh, not really, its not anything specific, my mind is just all over the place. I’m okay though, I just can’t focus on a screen”, he says with a reassuring smile.
“Okay,” I say, smiling back up at him. “Is there anything else you would like to do?”
His eyes take on a dark glint.
“I can think of a few things,” he replies with a mischievous grin.
I take this opportunity to put my laptop on the floor and tuck it under our bed.
“Oh yeah?” I reply, cocking an eyebrow and turning around to sit in between his legs facing him.
“Mmhm,” he mumbles and leans forward and kisses me.