Through the Screen novel Chapter 51

abel 's phone is buzzing loudly on the nightstand, not disturbing abel per say, but definitely causing chris to turn uncomfortably in his sleep, blindly patting the nightstand to find the source of disruption.

"hello?" his voice is heavy and laced with sleep, and he's sure that his words are barely comprehensible as he twists a few tufts of abel 's hair between his fingers.

"hey, i'm sorry to wake you up darling but i just can't find adrian's school sweater, do you have—" noah's voice is rushed as he quickly fries some eggs, his phone balanced between his cheek and shoulder, but before he an finish talking, a sleepy voice is interrupting him.

"hey man, sorry abel is sleeping right now, do you want me to wake him up?"

"chris?" noah can physically feel all the blood drain from his face, his fingers losing the grip he had around the handle of the pan, and he struggles to get out the words. "no, um, i-i'll manage don't disturb him," noah chokes out, dropping the pan on the kitchen counter and leaning helplessly against it, unsure of what to think of the situation. why did abel not tell him?

"alright, i'll tell him you called," chris is almost half asleep by the time noah replies.

"no! um, don't, it's fine, i'll call him later myself," chris just mumbles a small "okay," in response and waits for noah to hang the phone, before dropping the device back on the nightstand, and wrapping his arms tighter around abel.