Took Scooby on a really long walk. Lots of fresh air
The message was followed by a picture of his dog on the sofa, resting his head against Seb’s left knee, all four feet in the air.
Looks like someone enjoyed it. What about his owner?
His owner is knackered
I frowned, sending an emoji that conveyed the same message.
You didn’t overdo it, did you?
Nope. All good
I wasn’t entirely convinced. I knew that Seb still got pain from his leg and that some days were good and others less so and that it would always be that way. But I also knew that he had taken part in all sorts of activities and challenges with his prosthetic leg, things I wouldn’t have even contemplated doing with two good ones. But it still didn’t stop me being concerned. Or enable me to shake off the feeling that something wasn’t right.
Is everything OK?
Yep
He added a thumbs up for good measure. The unconvinced, weird niggly feeling remained, but I didn’t know what else I could do. I knew I’d forgotten to ring last night, but Seb wasn’t the kind of guy to take offence at that. He understood, more than anyone, how easy it was to get caught up in stuff. And it wasn’t like we were dating or anything. But there was something. And it was bugging the hell out of me.
So how was your class?
I pressed the video call symbol instead of typing. It rang a couple of times and Seb appeared on the screen, one hand rubbing over his cropped hair.
‘Hi.’
‘Hi. Is this OK, or are you busy?’ I asked.
‘Nope, this is good. You all right?’
‘Yes, thanks. Are you? I’m a bit worried you did too much today.’
He pulled a face. ‘I’m fine. Honestly.’
‘I didn’t know you had a big hike planned.’
Seb gave a shrug. ‘Last minute decision. Nice day. Why not?’
‘True.’
‘Did you have a good day?’
‘Yes, thanks. I went to a food fayre, so I’ve now eaten far too much and there are way too many tempting goodies in my fridge. Plus, I have roast dinner at my parents’ booked for tomorrow, so, all in, I think I’m going to be rolling out of the weekend.’
‘It’s definitely a shame I don’t live closer. I could have helped you out with some of that.’ He gave me a grin.
My waistline agreed. Other parts of me also agreed based solely on that smile, but I was trying to ignore them.
‘Nice to visit these sorts of things though.’
‘It is. My parents love them so always know where the good ones are. I just tag along.’
‘Oh… you went with your parents?’ He pushed himself up a little straighter on the sofa as he spoke.
‘Yes.’
‘They OK?’
