JULIANThat shouldn’t make my stomach flutter but it does anyway.I take another sip and lean against the counter.“So… what are we doing today?”He does a double take, as if surprised that I’m considering spending the day with him, rather than rejecting him as usual.“Up to you,” he replies, as a slow grin spreads across his face.“Or perhaps we should just stay home,” I say thoughtfully. “You must be tired. I’m sure you didn’t get much sleep.”“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”I study him carefully. “You spent the entire night cleaning again, didn’t you?”He shrugs stiffly. “Maybe.”“We need to talk about that.”“Trust me, I’m used to it. You’d be surprised how much I have to do it on the regular.”“It’s not about that. It’s about the fact that it’s not exactly healthy. Especially if you’re using it as some form of coping mechanism.”He scoffs. “Nice, Julian. When did you turn into a psychologist?”“You’re right. I’m not one. But maybe you do need one. Or a psychiatrist. I’m not sur
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