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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

Say what you will about Jonathan, one thing he was always good about was letting me preserve my stupid shreds of masculine dignity.

When he came in, my head was so far up my ass it took me a moment to even remember where I was and why. Oh fuck. I stood up quickly and wiped my face and said, all pretend-ignorant, “Oh hey.”

“Hey,” he said calmly, letting me get myself together while he took off his jacket and acted like everything was normal.

I’m terrible at acting normal.