Worick definitely hadn’t been expecting Kuroo to show up while he was in the middle of, technically, work. His company had just giggled and pulled him back once the teen had hurried back out. He was good at compartmentalizing, about waiting to think about something for when he had time to deal with it. So he finished what he was doing first.
They left satisfied, reassuring him that of course it’s okay and you could’ve invited your roommate. That one had left him hard pressed not to roll his eye. Instead he’d taken the money, they left and he showered.
He paused in the living room, clean clothing on and towel drying his hair, when Kuroo had come back. He was a little dumbfounded that Kuroo had come back. Worick tossed the towel in the general direction of his bedroom as he considered what to say. “I didn’t get sad. I’m just surprised you came back.”
Worick shrugged a shoulder as he faced Kuroo. Really, what did he have to be ashamed of? So he did sex work once in a while. As far as Kuroo was aware it was just a casual thing and money hadn’t been involved at all. “Are we good?”
There was a moment and he realized he didn’t have his eyepatch on, having just showered. Worick raised his hand then to cover his scarred, eyeless socket, a moment of something seizing his heart. Fear? Anxiety? It was weird that that effected him more than Kuroo catching him screwing someone.