“Xander, man, you look filthy, tired, and worn out.”
Xander moaned. “We were behind on the project. The boss kept the whole crew late.” He moaned again with a flat face and stood with limp arms and shoulders sagging.
Arthur walked to his roomy, wanting to hug him, but was only able to smile. “I guess no partying tonight, huh?” He managed to lift a hand of comfort to Xander’s arm, squeezing it. “I made stew, plenty in the refrig. I’ll heat some for you while you change.”
Xander failed to flash his typical smile. “Thanks.” His voice seemed hollow. He took a step toward the hall. “I need to wash my face and hands.”
“Would you mind undressing here? I just cleaned the whole apartment.”
With drooping eyelids, Xander robotically striped to his underwear.
Arthur’s heart thumped as he stared
