It wasn’t a torrid or trashy scene. It was really beautiful and tender with ambient light and two lovers laying next to each other. Their bodies blending together as if they were created for one other despite the decade difference between them. The look on their faces wasn’t sinful or awkward, but peaceful and content. The sheets of the bed were artfully shielding any impropriety that their arms and legs did not cover. Perhaps the gods of love had posed them there, placed them together where their hearts had always belonged.
Whatever deity or circumstance had placed them there was cruel and malicious to Malcolm. He already felt like a failure, unnoticed and unloved. Opening the door to the studio whose key he should have lost and seeing them without them even stirring in their slumber should have caused some drama. Some outburst from his already defeated soul, a last gasp for love or maybe even outrage. He just stood for three heartbeats, each ticking in his head echoing in the silence, begging to be noticed.
It was a muffled mewing that caused their eyes to flutter then their lips to smile and finally a small gasp when they noticed the grey kitten peeking in the door. There wasn’t a rush to close the door and hide in shame. Just two lovers falling in love with a kitten, named Karma.