the recovery project [2]

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everett

"hey," aidan greets, hanging his charcoal-colored jacket up after everett opens the door, but his eyes trained to the tiled flooring.

"hey."

"hey!" fiona waves from the couch warmly. the black dress she's wearing is riding up, exposing her legs with the sheer tights underneath. he could stare at her for hours, but he's too transfixed with the blonde boy to care.

"come on," everett grins, sitting on the edge of an olive ottoman and getting his cello ready. "so, the piece is dvorak's cello concerto in b minor."

aidan nods, sitting back on the couch.

the second everett plays, aidan's heart explodes all over again.