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Third Person POV

Kao had just finished eating his lunch at the campus cafeteria when his phone sounded. It was a notification from his Child Development professor. Class was cancelled today.

Kao couldn't decide whether to feel happy that the rest of his day was going to be free or to be upset that he had to miss a lesson in Child Development. A class postponement only meant having to do double time to catch up on lessons missed before the semester ended.

With a feeling of uncertainty, Kao made his way to the parking lot and got into his car and drove himself back to his boarding house. He looked at the time on his phone screen. Cooheart must be eating his lunch at the moment. He wondered what Rose served for lunch today. There was never a meal that Rose served on the table that Kao didn't like. From the most simple to the fancier ones, Kao always savored the meals that Rose cooked. Now if only Cooheart could cook just as well as Rose.

Without warning Kao's thoughts turned in the direction of his ex-girlfriend. Now THAT was someone who could cook the best sweet and salty beef strips in green curry.

He was jolted from his thoughts by the loud honk of a motorist behind him. Shit, he had not realized that the light had turned green.

When he entered the driveway of his boarding house, he noticed someone stepping out of the front door with a duffel bag and a rolled up exercise mat. But he didn't look like Singto, Cooheart's physical therapist, whom he had met several times before. This was someone new.

Then Kao remembered that Cooheart had mentioned that Singto could not make it to his therapy session today.

Kao watched as the substitute therapist made his way to his car. Kao waited until the therapist drove away and then he got out of his own car and made his way inside the house.

In Kao's eyes the therapist looked well built and handsome. For some reason Kao felt some kind of foreboding. Would Cooheart fall for someone like this substitute therapist?

Cooheart was still in the living room when Kao walked in.

"What are you doing here?" Cooheart looked at Kao in wide eyed surprise.

"I'm so happy to see you too, Cooheart!" Kao replied with a smirk.

"I'm sorry. It's just because you had said at breakfast earlier that you would not be home until late afternoon. I have not even eaten my lunch yet. What happened, did you cut classes today? Tsk, tsk, you naughty boy, you."

Cooheart knew that he had just been blabbering because he was really not expecting Kao to show up at this time, not when he had just pleaded with his substitute therapist to be his regular therapist in place of Singto.

"My afternoon class was cancelled. I received the notification after lunch. It was sent out in short notice," Kao explained.

"No explanation from your professor as to why he had to cancel his class this afternoon?" Cooheart asked, even though he really wasn't interested in knowing why.

"No, no explanation," Kao replied. "Have you eaten lunch?"

"I was just about to head for the dining room when you walked in," Cooheart answered.

"Do you want me to keep you company while you eat?" Kao asked.

"That would be lovely," Cooheart replied. "But if you wish to work on any class assignments or do advanced reading on your subjects, I don't mind eating alone."

"Spending time with you while you eat is not gonna take much out of my study time," Kao said, already pushing Cooheart's wheelchair toward the dining room.

Kao watched as Cooheart used his fork to pierce one of the bite sized browned tofu squares that had been smothered in peanut sauce on a bed of lima beans.

"So how did your therapy session go?" Kao asked, trying to make his question sound casual but carefully watching Cooheart's reaction.

"I wasn't able to do much because I had forgotten to take my pain pill early enough so my thigh was hurting before the end of the session," Cooheart explained.

Cooheart didn't seem flustered by Kao's question at all so Kao decided that he shouldn't entertain any concerns about Cooheart falling for his substitute therapist.

Cooheart had just taken the last piece of tofu square into his mouth when his phone started to ring. It was a generic ringtone so Cooheart decided not to take the call. 

"Why are you not taking the call?" Kao asked.

"It's a generic ringtone so it must be a telemarketer," Cooheart replied.

"Are you not going to at least check who's calling you?" Kao asked.

"Might as well," Cooheart said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

A quick glance at the screen told Cooheart that he had missed a call from Sek.

"A telemarketer as usual,"  Cooheart announced, quickly pushing his phone back into his pocket.

In just a few seconds his phone sounded to indicate that the caller had left a voicemail message.

"Do telemarketers leave voicemail messages?" Kao raised an eyebrow as he asked the question.

"Oh they do that all the time," Cooheart replied with a dismissive wave  of his hand and grabbed his glass of mango nectar.

In the next instant Cooheart was coughing hard as the juice went down the wrong pipe.

Kao quickly stood up from his chair and started tapping on the back of Cooheart's neck.

"What are your plans after lunch?" Kao asked.

"Oh I'm just gonna watch the afternoon news on TV," Cooheart replied.

"Do you want me to sit with you in the living room?" Kao asked. Kao was thinking he could always catch up on his assignments by staying up late. He did not want for Cooheart to feel lonely watching the news all by himself.

"No, no, no," Cooheart protested, "you should go and work on your assignments. I really don't mind watching TV by myself."

"Are you a hundred percent sure?" Kao asked, not really wanting to leave Cooheart yet.

"I am two hundred percent sure!" Cooheart said firmly. "Go, go, go. Don't even wheel me to the living room. I can do it myself. I should exercise my arms more. I should work on strengthening them by wheeling myself around the house."

Kao wanted to say 'someone is protesting too much' but decided to hold his tongue.

"Alright then," Kao conceded as he reluctantly walked towards his room.

Before pressing the TV remote control, Cooheart fished his phone out of his pocket and tapped on his voicemail.

"Hi, Cooheart, this is Sek. The agency has agreed for me to be your regular therapist. Singto has been assigned to another client. I will come to see you day after tomorrow at the usual time. Please do not forget to take your pain pill an hour before our session starts. I eagerly look forward to seeing you again."

With a trembling hand, Cooheart turned the TV on but his mind wasn't on the news at all.