[What have you done? you don’t have time for this.
You don’t have time to cater to his demands
You don’t have time to walk on eggshells
You barely have time to sleep
Those eye bags make it obvious.
Money’s always tight. One paycheck away. You have to get this done. &&
( “Alright,” @Bad_With_Words had said. That's all Ivan needed to hear. )
( He wasted no time in pocketing his phone, slipping his shoes on, snatching his keys off the coffee table, and hurrying out the door. It's just as he said. Of course it is. Andrew cries out, and
&&.
(And yet you still wait with one headphone off, listening for the door until you hear it.
Knocking.
Always with the knocking.
It makes you jump slightly.
You slowly take them off and put your computer to sleep. Leaving the desk slow as if the seat was covered in glue. &&