Reason 570 to Hate Politics.
Follow up to this thread.
The apartment was so clean he was sure it hurt, the kitchen was flawless. You couldn't even see where he had touched up the paint to cover the pipes leaking. The laundry was done, folded and put away. All he had left to due was wait for Daniel to come back from where ever he'd had to run off to.
And he was coming back. Everything was fine.
All right so the bed was a mess from him twisting himself up in the covers.