Scheduling this to post in a bit, when I'm at work. Enjoy
(You get bonus points for knowing the song the title's from.)
He explained the problem, but when it came to giving the electrician the address the man's attitude changed completely. He garbled something about being busy and hung up.
"Wass'at?" John mumbled, rolling over.
"Uh, nothing, just trying to get an electrician. He was busy, though." Greg frowned at the phone, but then put it aside, turning to face John properly. "Thought we could go into the village, you know, see what it's like, meet some locals."
"Ah, yes, let them meet the Lord of the manor, all that?" John grinned.
"I'm not...!" Greg started, then gave up and tickled John until he called for a truce, and breakfast.
They walked into the nearby village, and Greg ducked into the small shop to buy a newspaper. John stayed outside, browsing the small ads in the window for useful tradespeople, and as Greg exited he opened his mouth to point out a couple, but the look on Greg's face stopped him.
"What's up?" He asked.
"She, um...nothing, it's just, when I...oh, it's probably nothing. Like you say, new face in a small community, bound to be a bit odd, right?"
John nodded slowly, and as they walked away he turned to look back at the shop.
The woman peering out of the window after them seemed to be clutching a wooden cross, holding it out at them, but as he squinted to see more clearly, she moved away into the shadows. He shook his head. It must have been some sort of optical illusion.
He glanced around, and, seeing no-one, he slid his hand into Greg's, squeezing slightly as he felt how cold Greg's hand was against his own warm skin.