Klyde swears he swallowed all his food properly, so he doesn’t understand how he just suddenly choked on nothing, maybe air. But he blames Aien’s unexpected question.
He found himself in a coughing fit, struggling to breathe, and he’s so fucking embarrassed.
“Aien!” Wade called sharply as he hurried to hand Klyde his drink and tissues.
Klyde’s eyes are teary as he accepted the drink, wincing as he drank the soda. He also accepted the tissue, wiping his mouth and eyes as he finished drinking.
“What? What?” Aien asked frantically.
“What’s wrong?”
Klyde continued to cough. Wade turned to Aien, glaring at him.
“What’s wrong—did you really have to ask that?” Wade asked, irritated. Aien blinked at him in confusion.
“What’s wrong with my question?”
“You were asking about pups.”
“And?”
“And? That’s fucking rude.”
“You are married!” Aien exclaimed disbelievingly, he alternated his gaze at the two of them.
“What’s wrong with asking about pups?”
“Aien—”
Klyde held Wade’s arm to stop him from an
