LOGINJulian showed up two days later with a bag of groceries in one hand and a rolled-up piece of paper tucked under his arm, letting himself in the way he always did now, like the apartment belonged to him just as much as it belonged to Asher."I brought something to show you," Julian said, setting the groceries down on the counter before crossing to the small kitchen table.Asher looked up from his notes, curious despite himself. "What is it?"Julian unrolled the paper carefully, smoothing it flat against the table's surface. It was a printed image, professionally rendered, showing a bright, sunlit room with soft yellow walls, a white crib positioned near a large window, a mobile of small paper stars hanging above it.Asher stared at it, his stomach twisting slowly."What is this?" he asked, though some part of him already knew, dread creeping up his spine before Julian even answered."A nursery design," Julian said, his voice warm, almost proud. "I had someone put together a few concept
The library's study room smelled like old coffee and printer paper, three empty cups already lined up at the edge of the table where Asher had been working through practice questions for the better part of two hours."Okay, next one," Ethan said, flipping through his notes. "Explain the difference between express and implied contract terms.""Express terms are stated directly," Asher said, not looking up from his own notebook. "Implied terms are read into the contract by law or by the obvious intentions of the parties, even if nobody actually wrote them down.""Show off," Ethan muttered, though he was smiling.Asher managed a tired grin, the first real one in what felt like days. It was strange, sitting there with his notebook open, arguing about contract law like the last few weeks hadn't happened at all, like nothing existed beyond exams and case studies and the small, ordinary rhythm of studying with his best friend.He needed this. I needed something that felt normal, even for a
The apartment felt too quiet after both of them left. Ethan locked the door, checked it twice, then walked back to the couch and sat down heavily beside Asher, both of them staring at nothing for a long moment."That was too close," Ethan said finally, breaking the silence. "Ash, that was really, really close.""I know." Asher's voice came out small, shaking slightly. "I could see it on his face. He almost knew. Right there, right in front of us.""If Julian hadn't said something that fast—" Ethan didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to.Asher pulled his knees up slightly on the couch, wrapping his arms around them despite the ache still lingering in his stomach. "I keep thinking about his face," he said quietly. "The way he looked at me before he asked. Like he already suspected something, and he was just waiting for me to confirm it.""He does suspect something," Ethan said. "He's not stupid, Ash. He's probably one of the smartest people either of us has ever met. Cruel somet
"Don't what," Killian said quietly, each word careful now. "Asher. What am I not supposed to see?"The room went completely silent. Ethan's heart hammered so hard he could feel it in his throat, his eyes darting toward the small orange bottle sitting on the table, then back to Killian's face, watching the pieces almost click into place behind his sharp, dark eyes.Julian moved first."It's a supplement," Julian said smoothly, stepping between Killian and the table with practiced ease, picking up the bottle himself before Killian could reach it. "For his anemia. His iron levels dropped dangerously low after last night, on top of what was already an ongoing issue."Killian's eyes narrowed. "That's not what a low iron supplement looks like.""Actually, it is," Julian said, his voice carrying the calm, unbothered authority of someone explaining something obvious to a student who hadn't done the reading. "Severe anemia is often treated with a broader nutrient formula. Iron alone isn't alwa
"It was a health scare," Asher said finally, forcing the words out before the silence could stretch any longer. "Stress-related. The doctor said my body just — reacted badly to everything going on lately. That's all."Killian's eyes searched his face, clearly not fully satisfied, though something in his shoulders eased slightly at having no answer at all. "Stress-related how? What does that even mean, Asher?""It means he needs quiet," Julian cut in from behind him, his voice smooth but firm, "not an interrogation from someone who's caused most of that stress in the first place."Killian's jaw clenched, though he didn't turn around this time, keeping his focus fixed on Asher instead. "Is that true?""It's complicated," Asher said, his voice thin, exhaustion bleeding through every word now. "It's not just one thing. It's everything."Something flickered across Killian's face at that — guilt, maybe, or something close to it, gone as quickly as it appeared. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.
Julian arrived with a paper bag of groceries in one arm and a container of soup still warm from his own kitchen, letting himself into Asher's apartment with the spare key Asher had given him weeks ago, back when things between them had felt simpler."You didn't have to do all this," Asher said from the couch, a blanket pulled over his legs, still pale from the night before."You almost lost something important yesterday," Julian said, setting the bag down on the counter with careful precision. "The least I can do is make sure you eat something that isn't cereal."Ethan looked up from the chair beside the couch, where he'd been sitting for the better part of an hour, watching Julian move around the small kitchen with an ease that clearly hadn't gone unnoticed. "I already made him soup an hour ago.""Then he can have two soups," Julian said pleasantly, though something in his tone carried a faint edge, the kind two people used when they were both trying very hard to sound reasonable in







