What A Mess
He had tidied up the apartment beforehand, added a crib, bought formula and diapers, and even prepared several sets of baby clothes.
I stared at those things, silent for a long time. I said, "You don't need to do this. It's not your responsibility."
Andre, who was heating up soup in the kitchen, paused. "I know you're no one's responsibility. I'm not doing this out of responsibility."
"Then why?"
His face suddenly flushed, as if he had something to say, but he chose not to in the end. "I'll tell you when you're ready."
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