Viggo And Ryker Fixed -

“It’s rustic,” Ryker offered.

Viggo measured. Ryker held the other end of the tape but kept moving it to scratch Biscuit’s ears. The measurements came out differently each time. 48 inches. Then 51. Then 47 and a half. viggo and ryker

“That one’s full. And it’s ugly.” “It’s rustic,” Ryker offered

It started small—a cough, a snort—and then grew into something real. Ryker stared at him like he’d grown a second head. In twelve years of neighborly waves and three years of shared meals, Ryker had never heard Viggo laugh like that. Open. Unmeasured. viggo and ryker