“She is expecting your right?” Boyd peered up at the apartment building, a frown etched into his forehead deep enough that it hurt. He decided to blame his distaste on the slightly seedy building, with the garbage bins piled high enough that the top doors didn’t close anymore, and the cats skulking around the premises with the concentrated stares that foretold the hunting of less than desirables. It had nothing to do with the fact that Oliver was about to leave. Nope. Definitely not.
Oliver nodded. “She said if I got a job and paid half the rent, she’d clear out the second bedroom and let me stay for a few months.”
“You want me to come up with you?” Boyd finally turned and looked Oliver in the eyes. As painful as it was, at least it might help him carry the sight of Oliver in his head fo
