With a few weeks of exile from Travis' life down, Jake was slightly less of a disaster. He hadn't moved out, which was probably the important part. He'd lived with Natalie ever since he'd left home and leaving her felt a little like he thought cutting off his arm might. They'd maybe become a little - a whole fucking lot - codependent after
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He threw the card and shirt on the back of the sofa as he kicked the door shut and shrugged off his jacket. There were bags setting there, one very obviously Natalie's handbag.
At least he knew she was home. That just made him smile wider. The past few weeks had been rough, so he'd maybe gone a little overboard but she was his best friend and deserved that sometimes.
"Nat?" He called out, already crossing through the small flat toward the kitchen.
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