@Summerabbacat @sandeman @Karenloves2shop I love that Lewis has divided the room this much. One side wants him to sort himself out, the other wants Harry to run, and James is just standing there looking suspiciously available.
Harry would hate that job—or at least pretend to. Photocopy boy, with an excuse to see Lewis all day? He’d be causing paper jams on purpose and denying every single one. As for James and Spencer… I’m saying nothing.
This feels like the point where patience stops being kindness and starts becoming self-punishment. Neil’s fear is understandable, but Alex cannot keep paying the price for it.
Someone in antlers was waving a prosecco glass in the middle of the office. Harry checked his watch to see whether the lift had taken eight hours or he’d fallen into a festive time warp. Barely nine, apparently, and the pre-party performance had already started. The heat hit him as he stepped out—already uncomfortable. Laughter cracked across the second floor.
Everything had started closing in by late December—the trip to Nottingham, the Christmas party, too many things piling up at once. F
Harry probably thinks forgiveness is what he needs but doesn’t deserve. Whether Lewis is really the relationship he should be worrying about is another matter.
I know, I was only joking. For the record, there’s no such thing as US English. There’s English, then there’s the version where the S is swapped for a Z, the U is removed to save ink, and a few words are changed just enough to avoid accusations of plagiarism. <wink>