Gabe finished unlocking the door and then shoved hard to open it, since humidity always made it stick. “Home, sweet home,” he said once they were inside, throwing out his arms to encompass the entire space. “With no air-conditioning,” he added.
Jake nodded, looking around. “No kidding. It feels like I just walked into a sauna. Can we open some windows?”
“Sure,” Gabe said. “I normally keep them closed while I’m at work so nobody comes in.” He winced inwardly at the heat and the mess he’d only realized was pretty bad when he thought about what it’d look like to Jake’s eyes: his unused, undusted television, the sketches covering the kitchen table, and the towel spread on the floor in front of what he thought of as the canvas wall. He’d been keyed up after working on the good copy of Jake’s
