there is a concrete line

Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir

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Chapter 15: there is a concrete line

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Over the next few days, Jesse continues to take Ian to his classes and out to lunch and buys him snacks and ice cream and pens and pencils. He always sighs a breath of relief when he gets a text from Wallace telling him he's okay, and he can never fucking bring himself to ask how Ivanov is, never wants to admit to the fact that he's curious about how the older man is.

Surely he's okay if Wallace hasn't said anything about it, he reasons with himself.

Yeah, that's gotta be it. Ivanov is fine.

Despite himself, he's still checking at his phone, finds himself picking at his nails in an anxious habit. Time seems to slow down once Iandor’s gone to bed, no longer having his laughter and curious questions about what he's drawing there to distract him. Being on his own, with his own thoughts and time on his hands-- it's grating on his nerves.

A couple of nights later, there's a knock at the door, a slow thump of knuckl