Chapter 8
The sky was getting dim when Sean got back home after having dealt with a disgruntled parent who, not satisfied with her child’s grade at midterms, decided to contact Sean instead of dealing with the kid. It had made him stay late, and he was relieved to finally be hanging up his coat.
“Busy day? You’re home late,” said Dane from the couch.
Sean’s pulse jumped so fast he practically got a head rush. He flipped on the light.
“The hell are you doing here in the dark?” he asked, pissed.
Dane raised a hand over the back of the couch in a lazy wave. He was lying down otherwise.
“Studying.” He paused. “I think.”
Your terrible lover has been drinking, said Chip from their vivarium.
“Yes, I can tell, thanks, Chip.” Sean crossed to the couch. “Dane. The hell happened to you?”
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