Drabble: Collateral damage

Becker’s back hit the shelves as Connor pounced on him, hearing a crash but not caring about it as Connor’s mouth claimed his, his hands tugging Becker’s shirt off. He’d go away more often if this was his welcome home…

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The following morning he found Connor sitting on the lounge floor with a Yoda figurine in his hand. As Becker approached, he saw Yoda’s broken-off arm in Connor’s other hand.

“He must have fallen off the shelf last night when we bumped it.”

“When you jumped me, you mean?”

“Yeah.” Connor blushed, looking down at Yoda again. “Poor little guy...”