Deadly Sin Thirty-One
"Um, I don't think that I have that piece, Julian."
"Yes you do, Gen. I shipped the whole kit that you would need. I promise you have that piece. If you can't find it, just switch to facetime and show me the boxes," Julian told me.
The spare room in Lexington's basement has been mostly used to house spare junk, surfboards, a punching bag, and other various sundry items, so Lex agreed to let me take half of it to set up a small studio to complete my podcasting from.
He's currently across the room digging through box number three that Julian had shipped out to us doing a marvelous job of containing the sheer fury I can see in the lines of tension around his eyes at the mere idea that I'm talking to Julian. An ex. Who is literally on an entire different side of the country. Somehow Lexington still finds the energy to get jealous. The worst part about it is that a part of me loves his inner caveman, and I know that I shouldn't.