Chapter 28The apartment door slammed, and Zach clicked his tongue. Adam could never just close a door.
“Hi.” Adam stuck his head round the door into the living room. Zach looked up from typing at his terminal. “I bought some groceries. I’ll put them away and then come bother you, okay?”
“Sounds good,” Zach said. He went back to typing while Adam banged around in the kitchen. In a few minutes, the noise subsided, and Adam came in carrying a couple of glasses of orange juice.
“You looked thirsty,” he said, putting one down on the desk and leaning over to kiss Zach. “How was physio today?”
“Good, thank you.” He sipped the juice. “How was work?”
“Same old same old. But I’m making some good progress with my experiments.” He put his glass on a table and flopped onto the couch with a sigh.
