Sorry I don’t mean you!
I know you don’t, texted Ian, rolling his eyes at Ellen. When she decided to go all mother on him it could get to be a little much. Unfortunately, Ian secretly enjoyed it, at least a little—he didn’t talk to his own mother anymore, really, and while Ellen didn’t know he was trans, she otherwise didn’t judge, regardless who he hooked up with. If he wanted to come out to her, he was sure he could.
Do you want to meet up at 1 anyway?
We could work on leads.
Ian stared at his phone. Then he finished his coffee, rinsed the mug, and set it next to the sink, the only space left for dirty dishes. He had one more clean coffee mug left, and then he’d have to do the dishes, whether he wanted to or not. He went back to his phone, not knowing how to tell Ellen no. He didn’t
