I walk into the living room and find him sat on the sofa, his laptop on his lap. His phone is held in the crook of his shoulder. He's wearing a pair of comfy pants and a grey t-shirt. It's tight against his biceps and I catch my breath at the sight of him. His hair looks damp; as if he's just gotten out of the shower. He's sat in the corner of his L shape sofa with his legs up in front of him. He's no longer paying attention to whatever Landon is saying to him. His eyes are on me and the ...