Just the two of us.

2- You're keeping secrets?

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George stirred awake slowly, his body heavy with the weight of sleep.

At first, he was disoriented, blinking against the morning light streaming through Josh's office windows. But as the fog cleared, a sinking feeling settled in his stomach.

He was still in Josh's arms. Worse, his clothes felt damp against his skin.

George's breath hitched as the full realization hit him.

He had wet himself. No — he had wet Josh. His pulse skyrocketed, panic surging through him like a tidal wave.

How could he have let this happen? How could he have fallen asleep so deeply that he'd lost control like that?

Shifting carefully so as not to wake Josh, George glanced down, heart hammering.

The telltale damp spot on the couch was glaringly obvious, and worse still, it had soaked into Josh's clothes.

For a moment, George froze, his thoughts spiraling.

Oh no... oh God...

Josh had been overprotective before, strict even, but this... this was something George had gone to great lengths to hide.

His incontinence had been manageable — or so he'd thought.

He had been so careful, especially around Josh, fearing that revealing this weakness would make Josh treat him like a child even more than he already did.

But now... there was no hiding it.

As he tried to ease himself out of Josh's arms without waking him, his movements must have been too sudden because Josh stirred.

His eyes fluttered open, then focused immediately on George. His brow furrowed in confusion for a moment before Josh registered the situation — the dampness, George's panic-stricken expression, the shame burning in his friend's eyes.

Josh sat up straight, his expression shifting from confusion to concern. "George, what's wrong?"

George couldn't even bring himself to speak. His face was beet red, his hands fidgeting anxiously. He could barely look Josh in the eye.

Josh glanced down, his gaze settling on the wet spot on the couch — and on himself.

There was a brief pause, and George braced for the worst.

He was sure Josh would be furious, that he'd get up and lecture him about responsibility, self-control, or worse... George's mind flashed back to that night a year ago when he had driven Josh's car drunk and Josh had laid into him with the kind of fury that George had never forgotten.

He wouldn't be surprised if Josh lashed out now, maybe even scolded him like a child.

But instead, Josh did something that left George even more mortified.

He said nothing. There was no anger, no disgust, no disappointment. Instead, Josh reached over, gently placing a hand on George's shoulder.

"It's okay," Josh said quietly, his voice low and soothing. "This isn't your fault."

George's breath caught in his throat. "Josh, I—" He tried to apologize, but the words stuck in his throat.

His hands trembled as he pulled away, desperate to put some distance between himself and the shame of the moment.

"I'll clean it up," George stammered, scrambling to get off the couch. "I didn't mean—"

But before he could get any further, Josh was already up, his hand firmly gripping George's arm to steady him.

"You're not cleaning up anything," he said in that calm, commanding tone that left no room for argument. "Come on. Let's get you into something dry."

George was beyond mortified. It was bad enough that he'd wet the couch like a kid, but Josh handling it so gently, so... maturely, made it even worse somehow.

It made George feel like a complete child, especially when Josh led him toward the private bathroom just off his office.

As Josh rummaged through a small wardrobe in the corner, George's heart sank even further when he saw what Josh pulled out — a set of clean clothes.

For him. Josh had a change of clothes for him.

"You keep clothes here?" George asked, his voice shaky, half incredulous, half embarrassed.

Josh glanced over, giving him a look as though the answer was obvious. "Of course, I do. You stay here enough, and I'm not going to let you sit around in wet clothes. Now, get changed." He handed the clothes to George, completely unfazed by the situation.

But George just stood there, staring at the clothes in his hands, his cheeks burning. "You treat me like I'm five."

Josh raised an eyebrow, unbuttoning his own damp shirt and tossing it aside. "Well, maybe if you stopped hiding things from me, I wouldn't have to."

George wanted to argue, but the lump in his throat made it impossible.

He hated this. He hated feeling so vulnerable, hated that Josh was seeing him at his lowest again.

But as much as he wanted to lash out, to hide in shame, he couldn't deny the strange comfort in Josh's presence — that unwavering support that had been there since day one.

Josh turned away, giving George a moment of privacy to change, and by the time George emerged from the bathroom in the dry clothes, Josh had cleaned himself up and was sitting at his desk, phone in hand.

"We're going to the doctor," Josh said, not even looking up from his screen as he typed out a message. "Just to check things out. This kind of stress isn't normal."

George's heart skipped a beat. "The doctor? Josh, I don't—"

"I'm not asking," Josh interrupted, his voice still calm but firm. "You've been under a lot of stress lately, and I need to make sure you're okay."

George opened his mouth to protest, but before he could, Josh's phone rang. He answered it immediately, his expression growing more serious with each passing second.

"What?" Josh's voice dropped to a dangerous tone, his eyes narrowing. "You found what?"

George tensed, watching as Josh's entire demeanor shifted from concern to barely contained fury.

"Throw them away, and keep this quiet," Josh ordered, his grip tightening on the phone. "I'll handle it."

He hung up, his face a mask of barely controlled anger. George watched him, the uneasy silence stretching between them until finally, Josh spoke.

"The maids found several of your pills... in the garbage," Josh said, his voice low and dangerous. "Care to explain that?"

George's heart stopped. He had hoped Josh wouldn't find out, but now there was no avoiding it.

Josh stood, his towering presence filling the room with a sudden intensity that made George's stomach twist.

"We'll talk about this later," Josh said coldly, his eyes locked onto George's. "But trust me, George, we are going to talk about this."

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