Gus arrived home tired. His joints ached from hauling boxes around. He had thought it would be easy since she was doing it alone. How foolish of him to think that. *She must be superhuman or something,* he thought, rubbing his aching muscles. He had lugged boxes down from the apartment into the moving truck she hired, then back up into her new place. He was sure she would have done everything by herself if he hadn’t shown up and offered to help. He sulked as he walked inside. “Where was Ezra when you needed the most, he disappears,” he muttered, grabbing a bottle of water. “All those muscles being wasted.” He headed toward his computer, the one place where he could actually show off his skills. “I’m much better off working with my brains than my brawn,” he said to himself as he powered on the computer and began typing. Even after Autumn’s emotional speech, he still couldn’t fully shake the ring of guilt. That was why, even though his muscles protested for rest, he wanted to do
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