Chapter 18: Sean Would Like One Good Day, Please
“You what?” Sean repeated, shooting up on his couch. He tossed his book aside without marking his place.
“I quit,” Isaac repeated. “Journalists and paparazzi showed up, and I can’t deal with them the way you can.”
Sean dragged a hand through his hair. His leg bounced with his nervous energy. “God, Isaac, I’m so sorry.” He was saying that a lot anymore. How could Isaac possibly love him when he kept screwing everything up?
“Once things settle down, I might be able to go back,” Isaac said. He didn’t sound hopeful about it.
“But what will you do before then?” Sean asked. He’d seen Isaac’s apartment; his boyfriend didn’t exactly have spare cash lying around.
“I don’t know,” Isaac said. “I’ll be okay for a month, maybe two if I sell some of my stuff and ask Mom…”