The easiest solution was just to invite Pax over again. Val felt bad that he was having a rough time, and they didn’t want him to feel like shit. They’d been texting back and forth and Val had offered that Pax come over for drinks or weed or whatever he wanted. Val, meanwhile, had just finished up their day of work, finishing a long conversation over the phone with their assistant about potential changes and edits to a recent chapter. So now they were done, realizing they probably should put on something nicer, since Pax was on his way. After a moment Val followed the wall to their bedroom, finding their closet and touching the items, finding a comfortable very oversized flannel and some skinny jeans. Based on where the soft plaid shirt was located on the long rod of clothes, they assumed it was the red and black one. They kept everything color-coded and had their assistant help reorganize. Hearing a knock, they walked back out and to the door, opening it up for Pax with a smile. “Hi, love. How’re you doin’?” They asked, stepping back to let him inside.
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