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It would’ve been heartwar if it wasn’t so unhealthy He couldn’t stave off his panic by obeying every urge to shelter us

I blew out a breath and compiled a quick mental list of shit I needed to do Shoes, off Jacket, off Shan’s whiskey went into my own liquor cabinet, and then I trailed around hts, crack open a couple s, and adjust the thermostat It was a bit stuffy in here

Should I help Shan downstairs, maybe? I wasn’t sure he was much of a fan of my place either Grace had decorated it You wouldn’t find a throw pillow or a potted plant in my home, but it was still nice She’d put up pictures on the one wall that was all exposed brick She’d painted the other walls gray She’d had blinds and drapes installed She’d bought the furniture, frohts on by accident, to the dining table at the other end of the living rooh she’d found space for enough appliances for me to run my own coffee shop She’d had built-in shelves installed where I had the TV too, and they were packed with books, azines

I couldn’t bringthat I hadn’t been particularly fond of It was a bitch to vacuum

I heard her sohter

I stopped in the doorway to my bedroom and remembered when she’d whirled in to shohat she’d done with the walk-in closet She’d wanted to explain the reason behind every detail, every placement, every piece of furniture

“Wait till you see the closet, dearie!”

She’d arranged it all herself Button-downs on one side, my pants on the other, ties, suspenders, and belts on the insides of the doors, my shoes on the floor… A separate closet for church-worthy outfits, and the last one for, uh, work-related uniforms Drawers too She’d actually folded et the lengths she went to make someone feel at home

Fucking hell, I missed her

I glanced overroom

Shan was still dead to the world, and he was gonna be sorry when he woke up In fact, I couldn’t leave hiive him a sore neck and a stiff back

I removed his tie and his shoes first His suit jacket, his socks, his belt Then I fetched a blanket and a pillow frouest room

“Shan”