The Doctor Of East Hadena [MXM] [SERIAL KILLER] ✓

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One look at Decari, standing in my doorway, after not seeing him for a few days, and I know that this is going to be difficult. Why? That would be because I went into this with the full intent of looking for the negative in him, and focusing on that.

However, now that he's standing right in front of me, I'm realizing that there is nothing. At least, not surface level. Nothing about his appearance that I could realistically pick apart. Nothing wrong with him.

What the fuck am I supposed to do, now? Lie to myself? Oh, his super angular jaw and high cheekbones are so hideous. Imagine being that muscular, how embarrassing. His kind eyes and perfect smile make me want to throw up.

I think I might be making it worse.

"I brought some files with me," Dex tells me, and I snap out of it. "Can I come in?"

Shit, how long have I been standing here? Why did he have to invite himself in? This whole ordeal is already a disaster. I can't let it happen again.

"Uh, s-sure. Yeah, come in." I open the door wider and motion him inside, and he gives me a simple nod, obliging. I have no idea how he wants to go about this, or what spots in one's house people usually reserve for investigating themselves with their cop neighbor. I first lead him to my kitchen, before I realize that my dining table only has one chair.

Oh, yeah. I've never felt the need for another, because I never have people over here. Clearly, that was the wrong call to make, and now I'm out of ideas. I risk a glance at Dex, who hasn't even noticed the table-chair predicament. Nope, he's just looking around my apartment. It makes sense why, when he speaks.

"Did you clean?" Dex asks me, and for some reason, I feel my face starting to warm up. He finally locks eyes with me, after fully taking in his surroundings I assume, and I'm already nervous.

"I mean..." I realize, then, that he's standing kind of close to me. I take a step back, averting my eyes and pointing at the couch behind me. "Yeah. I don't have another chair. Is the couch okay?"

Dex nods, expression not giving much away, but there's something more to the look in his eyes. It sets me on edge, and I truly resent how self conscious I feel around this guy. It doesn't even matter how hard I try to hide it, and I really do. That changes nothing, because no matter what, I end up standing in front of him, fidgeting with my mothman shirt, hair a train wreck, and looking like I haven't slept in days.

Maybe I should've focused less on cleaning up my apartment and more on cleaning up myself.

Once we have each taken a seat on the sofa, TV playing some sci-fi movie in the background, Dex turns to face me fully. He puts the stack of folders he brought over here on the spot between us, and I just watch as he organizes them. As he does so, he begins to speak.

"So, tell me more about your sister."

Oh, this is bad. Nothing new there, except, a wrong step in this situation could risk him actually beginning to catch on. The lie I told him was by no means bulletproof, and now it appears as though I'll have to build upon it.