Desmond Xander McKenna is not a grief counselor. He's not even the next best thing.
He muses on this as he drags himself up the stairs to his supervisor's apartment.
Why did his coworkers have to send him, of all people, to talk to Isa? He's not good at talking to people. He's not even good at talking to this one specific person.
He grumbles as he takes the last few steps to Isa's floor, but it's all for show. The truth is, his heart's almost beating out of his chest and he's quietly hoping that his dinner won't make a surprise reappearance (unfortunately, prospects aren't looking too good on that front). All in all, it's like he's submitt
Desmond Xander McKenna is not a grief counselor. He's not even the next best thing.
He muses on this as he drags himself up the stairs to his supervisor's apartment.
Why did his coworkers have to send him, of all people, to talk to Isa? He's not good at talking to people. He's not even good at talking to this one specific person.
He grumbles as he takes the last few steps to Isa's floor, but it's all for show. The truth is, his heart's almost beating out of his chest and he's quietly hoping that his dinner won't make a surprise reappearance (unfortunately, prospects aren't looking too good on that front). All in all, it's like he's submitt