After showing Sandra her room Mathew went to bedroom. "So you didn't go to university today?" Ryan asked from the bed where he was lying wearing comfy clothes.

Mathew closed the door after him and started to take his clothes off "Yeah and before you ask I did send a mail saying a cause for my leave."

"Which is going on a date with your girlfriend."

"She is my ex girlfriend. That's not a date, just catching up with old times."

"If you say so."

He stopped unbuttoning his pants and looked at the boy "Tell me why would I lie to you?"

"I don't know. You tell me why you would never say anything about where you spend weekends at?" said looking at the man accusingly.

Sighing he continued with his task of removing his jeans "I never lied to you about that. There's a difference between keeping secrets and lying." came to sit on bed in just boxers "For the record I don't spend my entire weekends out there. Just a few hours. Don't say you miss me in those few hours." he chuckled and laid on his side of bed.

They both didn't say anything for a few minutes just silence, they can listen to Ryan's watch clicking on the table. This silence, they were used to it. Comfortable, calming and soothing after a busy and tired day at work , listening to each other breaths, occasional vehicle sounds on the road.

"How's your day?" Mathew finally asked looking at the ceiling.

"Exhausting." he sighed heavily. "I would have changed jobs if it wasn't for the high salary."

Turning to look at him the blue eyed man asked "What are you gonna do with all that money? You've already bought this house. What more are you gonna do?"

Ryan thought about it for a second; when he was searching for jobs his aim was to get a high payment so that he could buy the house they were living since it got his mother's memories. It didn't matter if he had to work late hours or the work really stressed him out. Now that he bought it "I don't know Sir. What else am I gonna do?" now it's his turn to turn on his side to face the questioner "I don't have any goals in life. All of mine consisted of money; getting a scholarship, getting a high paid job. I always thought of what should I buy mom with my first salary, then her favorite car, then taking her to those stupid favorite movies of her." they both chuckled at that part "Now I don't have her to buy things anymore. I don't even know what I should do with all that money now."

"Why don't you study more?" the question was sudden.

"Hmm?" Ryan was confused.

"Do you remember what you said in the first day of our class?" the confusion was still there "You said and I quote I like learning new things. " he doesn't remember though. "Now that you have completed your Bachelor's degree you can join in a Master's course and a PhD if you are still interested."

"You want me to become a teacher just like you?"

"I'm not saying that. However, teaching is a constant learning process. You learn new things from your students and colleagues." he gave a pointed look "And my dear Mary, PhD isn't just to be a professor."

"Yeah, I know. Since you are the one saying I thought you are suggesting that, as I am aware how much you love being one." he took some time before coming to a conclusion "so you're saying... "

"Join a Master's program even if it's just a part time, try different things find out what you actually wanna do."

He nodded saying he will take all that into consideration "How's your day?" he asked back.

"Caught up with some old friends, had fun with my best friend, cleared some air." he smiled "Nothing much."

"Mmm hmm. So no new or ex girlfriend?"

"Nope. She wanted a place to stay for a few days, I offered thinking you won't have a problem with it. Do you have any problems?" he asked now thinking he should have confirmed with Ryan before offering her.

"No. Not at all." he assured him.

Mathew finally hovered over the black eyed man kissing both of his eyes "Good night Mary."

Ryan smiled eyes closed "Good night Sir." It has become their routine as he had trouble sleeping after his mother died.

Next day morning coming home after his jog Ryan greeted Sandra who was sitting on the couch in her night clothes.

"Sir." he shouted from kitchen loud enough for him to audible. "Wake up." he continued getting things ready for breakfast.

"Why are you waking him up now? He still has a lot of time to get to work." she asked knowing he is not a morning person.

"He will wake up just in time if I start now."

After sometime "Sir" he walked into the bedroom and shook his sleepy form "Wake up. If you continue to sleep I'm gonna be late. I better found you awake when I come out of shower."

But, he found him still sleeping. After he wore boxers he tossed the wet towel in sleepy head's face. The only reaction he got was a mumble of "Smells nice." and turning onto his stomach.

"Okay. Sleep some more and make your own breakfast then. I'm gonna head out." he wore a pair of pants and went down stairs. He knew that would work as he heard a groan and shutting of bathroom door.

Luke just came with out even knocking on the front door and saw his best friend making avocado toast in just pants. He went to sit on dining table "Break fast for another person" he ordered as he was ordering in a restaurant.

Just coming from room Mathew saw this "Beggars these days." said lazily.

"Yeah." Luke agreed "Making it their own place." it's common for both of them to banter like that. So, Ryan didn't even hear half of it. Mathew came behind him and kissed back of his hair saying a "Good morning".

Sandra came into the kitchen hearing all the commotion there. Luke whistled seeing her in basketball shorts and a tank top as it showed her well maintained skin. "Who are you?"

Mathew replied instead of her "My friend and none of it." he wiped his own chin indicating Luke's drooling.

Ryan hissed as he burnt his finger as he tried not to laugh at Luke's expression. "Careful Mary." the older one instantly took his hand and put it under water.

"Yeah. Careful Mary, no one's going to cook for me and be a perfect maid if you hurt yourself." Luke said what he thinks as Mathew's voice in a mocking tone.

"Shut up. Why are you here again?"

"Mary? I thought his name is Ryan?" Sandra asked. Ryan of course became as red as he can possibly get in just 5 seconds. Luke started to laugh his ass off as he already predicted how that came to be.

"It's just a nick name I've given him." the name giver said "And don't ever use it" before she even thought of calling him that.

When Ryan turned to hide his redness his eyes fell on clock. "Crap" he withdrew his hand and ran to his room to get ready.

In his haste to get to work, he couldn't find anything properly "SIR, have you seen my grey shirt? The one I ironed yesterday."

"Have you seen in your closet?"

"I did." and was heard few grunts.

"Seriously, Mary I saw you hanging it there."

"Found it."

"I told you it was there." he took out a plate and served himself the goodness that was made by his favorite person.

"Watch." he yelled for his Sir to find it for him.

"Last night you put it on my bedside Mary." he sighed. "You forget everything. I'd be glad one day if you forget asking me things." he mumbled lowly so that the person he is talking can not hear.

"Sir, my belt." came from upstairs.

He paused from taking a bite out of the toast to think for a second "Shit. I'm dead." and ran to the room.

"Mary, I can explain." that was the sentence heard by Luke and Sandra before the door was shut.

"Hi. I'm Luke, Ryan's best friend." he introduced himself.

"I'm Sandra, Mathew's best friend" she gave him her hand. "Kind of" she added.

They both can hear an argument even though it wasn't audible clearly. Luke doesn't seem concerned in the least bit. So the question came "Does this happen a lot."

Luke was lost a bit at what she was talking and laughed when realized "Oh this?" he pointed to their room "Regularly."

"What was their relationship?" she was curious "Why does Ryan call him Sir?"

"An old married couple among other things." and got close to her ear with a hand on his mouth "Want me to tell a secret?" at her nod"If you want to live here peacefully with out any confusions. Think of them like that. You'll be good." and laughed as if it was the most hilarious thing he has ever said not noticing the expression on other person's face.

They both came down. Ryan fully dressed ready to go out, Mathew still in his sweats.

He tossed his car keys to his friend "Bring the car out of garage. I'll be there in five." his good friend obliged his request.

"Sir, socks." he said just before Sir was about to sit in front his awaiting breakfast.

"God." he groaned and went to pick them out for him.

"Sh-" Ryan didn't even finish the word as he saw a pair of shoes in front of his eyes.

"Thank you." he wore them and "Don't wait for me. I will be late today." walked to the door.

"How much late?" he asked as the teacher followed him.

"I don't know Sir. I made some food, all you have to do is heat it or order in something. Do whatever you like. Don't stay up too." he turned back at the door, bent down to peck Mathew's lips and was off to Luke who was honking non-stop.

Mathew stayed there till he can see the car. He was again startled to a woman standing right behind him. "Jesus! Sandra." his hand went to his heart "Can't a guy live without getting heart attack?"

"You like him?" she pointed to the door.

"If you mean what I know you mean. Then, no." he answered truthfully.

"Don't lie to me. If he's the reason you don't want to be with me then I understand."

"No. It's me." he stopped walking away looked into her light brown eyes "I agree that I didn't take our break up as good as you did. But, that was all in the past." he placed a hand on her shoulder "Trust me, you're not the only one changed. Please, don't drag this" he pointed between the two of them "any longer."