Noah
“You look worse every time I see you,” Connor said, chuckling as he watched Noah slumping on the sofa. There were dark shadows under the man’s eyes, and he looked haggard. “Did you even get a wink of sleep last night?”
Noah brought his hand up and rubbed his finger and thumb on the bridge of his nose. “Nope.”
Connor leaned himself against the side of the countertop as he folded his arms across his chest. “Work?”
“Yeah,” Noah said. “Can’t be helped since I fucked up.”
“You seem to be fucking up quite a bit at work in the past two weeks,” Connor said. “What happened?”
Noah sat up and sighed. “Fuck if I know how it started. If it’s not one thing, it’s another, and I swear Nicolas is beginning to have doubt in my ability.” He chuckled sadly. “Fuck, I’m beginning to have doubt in myself. Everything I do seems to go wrong. It’s crazy.”