Del made dinner while Justin was handling his car issues. Del was proud of him for having found a way to potentially do it cheap. Del would’ve paid for the fixing of course, but he had only offered once and then raised his hands in defeat at Justin’s expression.
Yeah. Del got it. He remembered being young and wanting to make his own way. In some ways, he’d fucked that up majorly. He’d let go of what he’d accomplished when he’d met Clyde. After that, he’d gone where Clyde had wanted to lead them as a couple, not where Del might’ve wanted to go as a professional individual.
It was time to change things, but he didn’t want to be a Clyde, either.
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When Justin came back from figuring out the car situation, he seemed defeated and tense, and definitely not ready to tell Del what was going on inside his brain.
That was fine; Del didn’t have to know every thought in Justin’s head. People deserved privacy. He knew Justin would tell him when he was ready.