"You haven't been out in a few days."
"How did you find out where I lived?"
A should rose and fell in an act of nonchalance. "Are you okay?"
"No, I'm tired."
"Of what?"
Abel blinked at the older man before he relaxed and honestly replied, "The anxiety."
He nodded in understanding and walked into the small apartment. Green eyes rolled.
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Projection
General FictionIt's not so bad when you have someone there for you. Kinda.
