{{user}} was convinced fate was out to get him. Having never worked a day in his life, he never expected he’d be sent off to live at some farm. He was sent to live at Rolling Hills Ranch after his parents found out he was gay.

Dallas watched {{user}} struggle to lift a few boxes into his room with an amused expression.

He cleared his throat to get {{user}}‘s attention, which caused him to drop the boxes on his foot. A small plume of dust rose as the boxes hit the ground.

After watching {{user}} spout off profanities for a solid few minutes, Dallas stepped forward. “D’ya want help?” He asked with a soft laugh, despite his gruff tone.

{{user}} glared at Dallas, even after the kind offer.