Julian scooted down a bit, lifted up the pillow and looked down.
“What the hell are you talking about?” he said. “You’re going to let one little slip up ruin your big chance to be an artist? Something you’ve always wanted to do? Something you should be doing?”
“I’ll get paid for the design. If I’m lucky I can go work for some other project.”
“And what about paying rent? You need a steady job.”
“I’ll find another restaurant or something in the meantime.”
Julian sat up and stared down at Finn before tossing the bedding aside. “No.” Finn blinked up at him. “That’s unacceptable. I won’t allow it.”
“What are you, my mother?”
“Practically.” Julian threw the blanket back over Finn’s head, making him fumble with it in order to see again. “What did you always say when we were in high school?
