Wareveh

Chapter Eleven – Wear It On Your Sleeve 'You are a sight for allergy-ridden, sore eyes.' Phil said thinly, having opened his apartment door to reveal Farrere on his threshold. Farrere gaped at Phil's red eyes and nose. 'Since when–?' he began, but Phil cut him off. 'I don't know, I've never had any trouble with cats before. I think it's just that cat. I've been eating nothing but antihistamines all week.' Phil let out an angry, wheezy sigh, and then beckoned Farrere inside. 'So how was it?' he enquired in a grumble. 'Did you bond with nature?' 'It was good.' Farrere answered softly. Phil missed his tone, because it was at that