“Um…No, I’m not picky. And I don’t know how long I would even be staying. My parents might call for me next week,” he said, but he felt foolish having any hope for such things right now. Especially after talking to Brooklyn.
She was so convinced that they were unwanted and he couldn’t shake her words from his mind.
…But Talia was here, and she wanted him around.
Even though he wasn’t sure how she was going to find space. She’d mentioned that the attic only needed some boxes moved, and that it had a nice window and that they’d fixed the air conditioning so that it blew up there.
…He wondered if living in an attic was as whimsical as it sounded. Even if it was only temporary! He wouldn’t even have minded sleeping up there with the stuff. He liked the idea of a crowded room with plenty of things to hide behind. Maybe it was like making a little fort?
Julian was tired. He knew he needed to rest.
Talia’s house was always so much warmer than Hillworth, though.
He knew he’d have liked being here more than being at Hillworth.
As long as she didn’t get tired of him.
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