Deciding on a color took nearly as long as deciding on a mattress (Adrian liked firm, Tucker liked soft Adrian persuaded Tucker over to his side by whispering a graphic-for-him description of the benefits of a firm mattress), but, as usual, they’d managed a compromise. Their landlord, initially reticent to rent to a gay couple, had actually softened up toward them enough-or feared a lawsuit enough-to allow them to paint the living room of their new apartment. Also why Adrian had taken charge of the edgework and left Tucker wielding the roller in the wide-open spaces. That explained why Tucker was currently covered with at least two dozen smears of mocha-colored paint while Adrian remained relatively paint free. Adrian kept things in order, reined Tucker in, and Tucker pulled Adrian out of his shell, softened his sharp edges. It applied to nearly every aspect of their lives, and most of the time, it worked out quite well. Adrian was as meticulous as Tucker was haphazard.
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