“Need anything before you settle in?” said Julian from the kitchen. He leaned against the counter, an open beer already in hand. “I need to go shopping, but we’ve got some left overs and beer.”
Finn shook his head. “I think I just want to sleep.” He turned, arms folded on the back of the couch. “I’m sorry you got dragged into all this.”
Julian scoffed, popping off the cap to his beer. “You’re my best friend. What the hell am I getting dragged into? Scoot.” Finn inched over, and Julian sat next to him, feet on the coffee table.
“Still, I don’t want to be a leech,” said Finn. “Let me pay you rent.”
“Dude, it’s not a problem.”
“No, really,” Finn insisted. “You’ve always been there for me, and I’ve got a lot of money saved up from work. Lemme help while I’m here.”
Julian c****d an eyebro
