When Anthony stopped paying the rent, he couldn’t really pay for anything, anymore. It was easier to shower somewhere else, because it was water that he didn’t have to pay for. He vastly preferred Gabriel’s soaps, too. The way that they smelled, the luxury of them. If Anthony had a job, he might be able to afford them, but he still preferred the fix. He hadn’t even bothered to make sure he was himself before he stumbled all the way over here.
If Anthony had his way, and he always did, he’d still be riding this high by the time Gabriel got home. This time, though, he’d ensure that Gabriel didn’t catch him doing it. The point of this visit was to put everything back to the status quo. Anthony liked the status quo. It meant he didn’t have to think. It meant he didn’t have to change.
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