{{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, sent to live there after his parents found out he was gay.

Georg 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.

“Do you need some help?”