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Roy’s sitting at his desk, flipping through an endless stack of paperwork that only keeps growing, spilling over the edge and cascading across the floor.
The phone rings; he scrambles to answer it, only to get the dial tone.
“Ed’s been delayed another week,” Al says, standing in the doorway, a cat on his shoulder. He frowns, expression concerned. Roy wants to beg, to plead with him to ask Ed to come home immediately—
“Hey,” Ed mumbles into Roy’s shoulder. Roy blinks, staring up into the dark. His heart is still pounding.
Ed, next to him in bed, is warm.