have you seen ( Davis King, he/him )? They look a lot like ( Josh Heuston ). The ( 27 ) year old ( personal trainer ) is so ( outgoing, sensitive, amiable ) but I heard they can also be really ( insecure, naïve, self-critical ). Can you believe they’ve been in town for ( his whole life )?! They live in the ( Port Carroll ) neighborhood and kind of remind me of ( warm sunshine, crashing waves, shattered glass, a crackling bonfire ). If I was asked, I’d guess that they were ( prom king ) in their yearbook for the class of ( 2016 ).
About Davis
Name: Davis Shiva King
Age: 27
Birthday: December 21
Residence: Port Carroll
Sexuality: homosexual biromantic
Relationship status: single
Occupation: personal trainer
TW: body dysmorphia, emotional abuse
Davis was born into an extremely wealthy family, old money, though his birth wasn't exactly planned. While Davis's mother and grandparents were on vacation at a resort in Sri Lanka, his mother met a man there, an employee at the resort. It was supposed to just be a fling; it wasn't supposed to result in a kid. But that's what happened.
Although Davis knows of his heritage, his mother even giving him a middle name that harkens back to his origin, he's never been back and knows very little of his father and family back in Sri Lanka.
While Davis's mother and grandparents very much fit into the stereotype of haughty old money assholes, Davis is the exact opposite, always has been. He's bright and shiny, kind and outgoing. He can talk to anyone - often at length - about anything. He's never thought he was better because he was born into money; he was just luckier.
Davis was not the son or grandson his family had wanted. Not only was he the opposite in terms of personality, but his mother had never wanted a child. His grandparents had never been warm toward him. They hated that he was born out of wedlock - and another reason they would never admit.
In high school, Davis was popular and outgoing. He had a lot of friends, though some of the other students didn't like him and his tendency to fixate on things that interested him. Plus, Davis talked a lot. So while he'd been popular, he hadn't been part of the popular crowd per se. But he had enough friends that Davis had won prom king his senior year.
Because he was never close to his family, Davis went away for college, and that was where he really blossomed - at least until he met Aaron. At first, Aaron had been kind and encouraging, treating Davis well. But over time, little by little, Aaron began to break him down. Nothing ever seemed good enough for Aaron; nothing Davis did was ever satisfactory to his boyfriend. Although outwardly Davis kept up happy, sunshiny persona, inside he was criticizing everything about himself.
Even though it seemed impossible to please Aaron, Davis tried. He always tried, and every time he seemingly failed, it was another heavy blow to his self-esteem. Similarly, Aaron began to criticize Davis's appearance. While he'd always been active and in good shape, it became an obsession for Davis, working out for hours most days. But like everything he did for Aaron, his body never seemed to be enough for him either. Soon Davis hated the way he looked.
After college, Davis stayed with Aaron for awhile, living with him away from Carroll County. While Davis had finished his degree, by that point Aaron had him convinced that he wasn't smart enough to do much of anything. So instead Davis became a personal trainer. It came with a free gym membership, and he was always there anyway.
When Davis was 25, he finally came to his senses, at least when it came to his relationship. He knew Aaron was bad for him, and he ended the relationship. But letting go of the way Aaron had made him feel was much harder for Davis.
After the breakup, Davis moved back to Carroll County, moving into his family home, a huge mansion on the beach in Port Carroll. His mother and grandparents primarily live overseas these days, keeping the house for when they visit Carroll County. Davis lives alone in the mansion, and he often feels very lonely.
These days, Davis is still extraordinarily critical of himself. He can't shake the way Aaron made him feel. He's still convinced he's not really good at anything. And he still works hard to perfect his body, but Davis never feels happy with how he looks. All he can see is things he needs to work on.
But Davis is still kind, can still talk to anyone. He works at 24 Hour Fitness as a personal trainer, and he does freelance too; he's very popular with gym goers due to his expertise and his encouraging way of training them.
Davis always seems full of sunshine, and that's not really an act. But it's not all there is to him. Sometimes that sunshine is obscured by storm clouds, but Davis keeps smiling, even when he feels the rain on his face.
called ahead. she looked at the lined notebook by the phone that held the indecipherable scribbles in a variety of pens and stages of cursive. she liked to think she could read just about anything chuck wrote down, scanning for something that amounted to king on the page. at least this would be an easy end to the day, something that had been expected, planned for. sometimes, that was all she could ask for.
as he continued to talk, there was the rising sense that the only way out of the worried explanation, was through. "we usually don't cover for a major crime," she tapped davis, range rover in vinny's script before looking back up at the confirmed client. the truth of the situation was easy to follow, likely just a single part to be replaced before sending it back on to the open road. the hazards of driving. "but i can add it to your bill, just in case the cops show up."
Davis knew he was rambling - again. Truthfully he often was aware of it, but stopping it was a whole other story. This time though he managed to, though that was partially because he was a little on edge. This place was far outside Davis’s comfort zone. A gym or the beach or downtown? Davis felt like he belonged. Here he felt out of place, and he felt this quiet kind of ache that he’d never had anyone to teach him about these things. “I probably sound kind of stupid right now, don’t I?” he acknowledged. “That’s why I’m here, because you’re the experts, and this is out of my depth.”
It took him a moment to realize the woman was just kidding, but when he did, Davis laughed. It was a real one too, not one of those uncertain ones; there was genuine glee to it, and it helped put him more at ease. “You being an accomplice to vehicular homicide - or at least vehicular manslaughter - probably comes with a hefty price tag, doesn’t it?” he said with a laugh. Still smiling, he held his hand out, saying, “It’s nice to meet you by the way.” Davis had always been polite.
Eric took a sip, all casual and relaxed, until Davis apologized to him again, and he felt he should make it clear that he didn't mind him expressing his excitement like that. Hand waving to stop him from feeling bad or thinking he had done something wrong, he chuckled lightly. "No, no, I really don't mind. I'm looking forward to working together and I'm just as excited, even though you'll hear me complain, and most final reps will bring out some 'you're heartless' from me, for which I want to apologize before it happens," he said jokingly. Much as Eric loved his exercise routine, morning jogs with his girlfriend, and swimming were perfectly safe at the top of his personal list, he knew that this was going to be different. Limited time plus a certain physique to achieve and maintain. It was demanding, so having a good personal trainer was vital. Eric believed Davis was the right choice, then.
"Thanks, I like it a lot." It was hard not to. "Oh, it does?" Eric arched a brow, smiling at Davis' opinion that this house and its owner were a match. "'Cause I had the same feeling, but I'm a bit biased." A chuckle.
"Well... It's just a two-hour drive from LA, it's pretty convenient for an actor." And dramatically far from New York and his ex. "Los Angeles isn't my vibe at all, but Carroll is... nice." Still not entirely his vibe, but definitely better than the former.
"I'll still need to have my diet adjusted once our program is ready, and I'm willing to work harder with you, so I don't end up with thousands of calories in brown rice, tilapia, and chicken."
A nightmare, but he would have to do this anyway because "I've got a few shirtless scenes and should look convincing as a Secret Service agent. Lots of... running, fighting, I'll get a bunch of choreographies and I don't want doubles unless it's necessary. So... I probably wanna get more chiseled but not necessarily... bigger?" Eric studied his bicep and forearm for a moment before turning to Davis. "What do you think?"
Davis was feeling a little embarrassed, which was why he appreciated Eric reassuring him. But on the other hand, he didn't want to be the type of guy who needed reassurance, didn't want Eric to feel like he had to walk on egg shells around him. He didn't - nothing Eric had done had caused this moment of insecurity. So Davis just smiled, nodding at the actor. "Alright, awesome," he said. "I know we can work together to get you to where you want to be." Laughing at Eric's remark, Davis responded, "Trust me, I've heard it before, and I doubt you'll be worse than this guy I trained last month. Lots of swearing, and then he said, 'I'm going to drive my car into your house.' Like that was a direct quote. So...I had to drop him as a client." After a pause, Davis realized, "That was supposed to be like a funny anecdote, but...I guess it really wasn't."
Blushing slightly, Davis nodded. "Yes," he replied, "it's got character, like you. Like...classy, and also...uh, architecturally interesting. And it doesn't feel like all the other houses I've been into in Port Carroll." Davis actually had a lot of clients in the neighborhood, most of them with home gyms. But Eric already seemed different. For one thing, he was kinder than most of them, more patient. Sometimes Davis wondered why his clients put up with him, though he admittedly was less rambly once he was in the training zone. "I went to college in LA," Davis told Eric, "so I know what you mean. It's not really my scene either, which is why I came back. Well...there were a lot of reasons." Davis didn't elaborate.
As talk shifted to his training, Davis felt himself focusing in. He was good at this, and he would prove it. Nodding, he said, "Yeah, I think I get it. Like your character isn't the type of guy who spends hours and hours at the gym just to be big. He probably works out but also a lot of his muscle comes from just his daily life, so it should look real and not so carefully planned." For a moment, Davis paused, but then he laughed and admitted, "Of course, it is going to be carefully planned, but it won't look that way." Stepping back, he looked at Eric, took the sight of him in, and he said, "I'm thinking a more rugged type of muscle, and I can definitely make that work. And don't worry, I'll make sure your diet includes delicious - yet healthy - things."
the bell above the shop's enterance chimed out, pulling neve's gaze from the paperwork that she was in the midst of filing. she checked her watch, the thin strap of worn leather around her wrist that kept everything in order. everything was done for the day here, and there might even be enough time to grab groceries before the boys needed to be picked up from day care. depending on how this next exchange went— "dropping off or picking up?"
Even though Davis loved his Range Rover, he was aware that it was a bit ostentatious. Okay, it was a lot ostentatious, especially considering he was only a personal trainer, but that was just how his family had always been. They were of the thinking that if he pacified him with material possessions that he wouldn’t reach for them as much - or at all. But Davis had stopped trying for that long ago…though that didn’t stop him from taking these expensive gifts they threw at him.
However, just because Davis drove a nice car didn’t mean he knew the first thing about it. He’d never had anyone to teach him. So here he was at Gasket Auto, hoping the mechanic could help him. Upon seeing the woman behind the front counter, Davis smiled as he approached. “Hi, and yes,” he answered before realizing that didn’t really answer the question. Blushing just a bit, he clarified, “I’m dropping off. I called ahead. My name Davis King.” He wasn’t sure if the wrote that sort of thing down, if an appointment was even necessary. He didn’t usually have car trouble because he had always driven new cars. “I was driving down the coast yesterday and ran over something in the road,”he explained. “It wasn’t like a person or something, nothing like that. God, can you imagine? I wouldn’t be here right now, that for sure. It was like…I don’t know, something that flew off someone’s car. It wasn’t big, but it hit the underside of my car, and ever since then it’s made a weird noise. It’s kind of like this.” And then Davis proceeded to imitate the weird grinding noise the car was making - though not very effectively.
Okay, he didn't have anything against being punctual, of course! It was highly appreciated and proved that Davis respected his clients. Another good sign, a sign of a promising collaboration. Wild as Eric could be, especially before fatherhood, he had always been professional, and that's what he told the other man about as they started talking. "Well, as an actor, I know that being on time can mean you're late." And he wasn't exaggerating; if they said we start at 6, he had to be there much earlier, so the crew and co-stars had enough time to prepare for the day. And the shirt? His brother would probably ask where Davis had bought it.
Eric led him through the hallway and into the living room with an open-plan kitchen to the left. He loved how door-less his place was; most common spaces started and ended with a tiny level difference, so the door was a luxury reserved for those rooms where privacy mattered. The gym was located in a separate wing that could be turned into a whole guest house if needed, which was exactly what he had done for Lilith before she moved to her own place.
Once in the kitchen and after presenting the options Davis could choose from, Eric busied himself with preparing their drinks and smiled to himself at the unexpected verbal flood. "Sometimes they really want you to remember something and repeat it often enough to replace a mundane hello with some life wisdom," he joked to tone down the overwhelming energy, so hopefully, Davis wouldn't feel bad being a lot.
He returned to the other with two drinks, handing him one glass and keeping an orange juice for himself. The man looked exactly how a personal trainer should look for his clients to trust him, a walking advertisement, "look what you can achieve if you put enough tears, sweat, and effort." To be fair, Eric's diet guy was just as trustworthy, but people who told him he couldn't have pizza weren't necessarily his favorite kind of people. "This house was my first and only choice in Carroll when I decided to move here," he went back to Davis' comment on the entryway. "I saw it and I felt like home, I mean..." Eric pointed to the view; all the windows overlooked the ocean, so it reminded him of his previous place overlooking the Hudson River and the Manhattan skyline. Even if he kept that bit to himself, it was clear that he had fallen in love with the view and had to buy this house. "And, if anything, a personal gym with a view is motivating," he chuckled.
Sometimes when Davis was being, well, a lot, he was aware of it and couldn’t stop it. It was like watching someone else, but Davis couldn’t help how excited he got about life. Still, he wished he could temper it at least, keep it in check; there had to be a way to be excitable without being overwhelming. You need to cool it, Davis, or else Eric is going to find another trainer, he thought. Eric could have his pick of any trainer he wanted, so him choosing Davis was a big deal, and he wanted to do a good job for him. As they walked into the kitchen together, Davis couldn’t help feel himself begin to spiral, but he took a breath and got it under control. “I’m sorry, I know I can be a lot,” he apologized to Eric, managing to keep his voice even. “I’m just…really excited to be your trainer. I like helping people.”It wasn’t even about the money or the status of having Eric as a client - Davis genuinely just wanted to help.
Davis looked around as Eric talked about his home, enthusiasm sneaking into his voice again. But this time he managed to keep it in check, at least better than before. “Well you chose well,” Davis told Eric. “Port Carroll is so beautiful. Some of these houses are so grand, but…I think sometimes they lack the character of the houses in The Cove. But this is really nice. It feels like you.” Was that weird thing to say? After all, he barely knew Eric. “Why did you come to Port Carroll anyway?” Davis asked. “Do you have family here or something?”
The mention of the gym was the perfect segue into talking about the plan. But first Davis needed some more information. “So Eric”, he started, “tell me more about what you want. Like…how muscular do you want to look? Actually, I don’t think I even know what kind of role you’re training for.”
He held up the number two for the woman behind the counter and she got to work filling Vincent's order of two gigantic cupcakes. He was surprising Declan with lunch and had wanted something a little extra special to go along with the sandwiches from the deli by the shop - which were the best in Carroll if you asked him. Sorry Cup Cakes.
"Hmm?" he turned with the ask for help. "Yea, sure," he agreed with a shrug, letting his gaze follow the point. His brow furrowed in almost playful concentration as the stranger explained their dilemma, silently confirming his valid points for all the options listed for dessert choices. "That is tough," he concurred with a small chuckle. Even with the added explanation of his dietary restrictions, this guy needed to relax. Just a little.
"If all you have to do is wait a little while, then there are no wrong answers and I will always say make it worth it whether it's old or new," he assured him as one his cupcakes was pulled from the tray and boxed. "All good things come in time," he added in advice as the second in his order followed suit. "And the cupcakes are always a good choice. If you're worried about making a bad decision, just get a different flavor. Then you haven't wasted the cheat day."
Maybe some people would think Davis’s propensity for talking to strangers like they were friends was weird, but that was just who he was. To Davis, everyone (or most people at least) was a friend or potential friend until proven otherwise. There was just too much negativity in the world to be mean or aloof. And yes, there was a certain amount of “fake it until you make it” going on. Davis wasn’t quite as cheery as he presented himself to be, but he hoped he could make himself believe it.
Luckily it seemed that Davis had found someone who would take this seriously. “Right? Not an easy choice,” he remarked, bending down a bit to look into the display case again. “Is there a such thing as too many options?” Davis asked before immediately answering his own question, “No, there’s no such thing as too much dessert.” Not to look at anyway, Davis thought. For Davis, there was definitely a such thing as too much dessert if he was going to be eating all of it.
With a sigh, Davis nodded, running his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, you’re right,”Davis said with a nod. “It’s not the end of the world if I have to wait until next week.”This stranger’s suggestion hadn’t been a bad one, so he considered it while turning back to them. “My name is Davis,” he introduced himself.
Twenty years or so and here Davin was back in town, wondering how so little has changed about Carroll. Even though born and raised here, he felt like an outsider. His whole childhood was based around getting out of this town and now he was moving back with uncertainty.
Since his brother was kind enough to allow him to stay with him until he could straighten things out and buy a house, he figured it might be nice to get him a small treat and surprise him at work with it. In line, he could tell the person in front of him was struggling to make a decision. And when the person turned to him, he shrugged. “Honestly, I’m more of salty type treat than sweet. But, if I had to choose. Maybe the cookie?” Davin shrugged. As the other one rambled, his eyes widened as he just nodded. “Wow, it seems like you got a lot riding on this decision. I dunno man, now I feel a bit under pressure to help you choose. I don’t want it to be underwhelming when you have it and you regret what you got.”
Sometimes when Davis did this - talked to people like they were friends when really he had just met them - they treated him like he was strange. And maybe he was, but that didn't mean they couldn't be nice back. Sometimes people were extra friendly - why did so many people feel the need to touch his arms or shoulders or chest? But this man was somewhere in the middle, on the comfortable side of friendly, and Davis was glad for that. Happy the other was engaged in the conversation, Davis nodded. "Yeah, savory snacks are good too, and actually they're usually a bit easier to manage when you're trying to be healthy. It's not as hard to find a healthy snack in those cases," he replied. "Though you still have to be careful. I have this app that tells me then nutrition facts of things, but I accidentally put the wrong serving size in, so...well, it wasn't nearly as healthy as I thought. I spent a lot of extra time at the gym that week, but hey, I needed it." Davis grinned, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.
Laughing at the other man's response, Davis assured him, "Hey, it's okay, I wouldn't have asked if I was worried about that. It's better to make a bad decision than no decision." As soon as he said this, Davis paused, and then he laughed again. "Okay, that's not even remotely true," he admitted. "There are lots of cases where it's better to make no choice at all. Like...if you're thinking of like swimming with sharks with an open wound...or something less deadly, though now that's the only example I can think of." Again Davis laughed, and then he said to the other, "My name is Davis by the way."
"Five minutes... five minutes..." Claudio stood beside the counter, drawing the number five along the countertop as they waited five minutes for the strawberry tart pastry to come out fresh from the ovens. For some reason, every time they came in here, they had to wait for it to come out fresh. Which, wasn't a big deal — fresh was best, the warmth melted in mouth — but they never knew if it was because the pastry they liked was in such popular demand it flew off the shelves, or if they were the only one who liked it and therefore had to be made-to-order whenever they came in.
Was there something wrong with strawberry tart pastries?
Did that say something about them?
"Hm?" Distractedly, Claude's eyes raised to the other man, recognizing him. They used to go to school together, same year and everything, but that was years ago now. "Oh, hey Davis," he greeted, with a smile. "I didn't see you there." Or rather, they had merely been distracted by their own chaotic thoughts. The scenario presented to them now gave them pause, eyes looking over the two options Davis struggled between. "Would both really cause that much damage for one afternoon?" they asked faintly, reeling from the idea that Davis only allowed himself a cheat day every couple of weeks. That was insane! Claudio could never. "That sounds so miserable, how do you do it? I can't go a day without something sweet, let alone two weeks." Still, they tried to place themselves in Davis' shoes and consider the options. "Since you know you like the cupcakes and you had one last time, try the cookie." He gave the glass a tap, over where the giant cookie was on display.
Davis hadn't noticed it before, but the person next to him seemed a little antsy. And another thing he hadn't noticed was that he knew this person. Eyes wide now, Davis exclaimed, "Oh my God, Claudio!" bounding toward him and pulling the other into a big hug - Davis was a hugger. "Wow, it's been awhile, hasn't it?" Davis went on as he pulled away, though he couldn't say just how long it had been. Time kind of blurred together since he'd come back here from college. Distracted by his former classmate's appearance, Davis momentarily forget about his pastry plight, too focused on his friend. "What are you getting? I bet you're a...yes, you're a strawberry person, aren't you?" Davis mused. "I'm pretty good at reading people, you know. Those are really good here. The last one I had was right out of the oven, and wow, it was amazing." He looked into the display case, bemoaning, "But it looks like they're all out of those. That's a bummer." Maybe in two weeks that would be his cheat snack.
At Claudio's remark, Davis just laughed; he was used to this sort of thing. "It's not really that bad," he explained. "I work really hard at the gym, but I'm not even close to the body I want. So I need to work even harder, and that includes things outside the gym, like what I eat. Anything more than one cheat snack every couple of weeks is like a slippery slope, for me at least, and I can't let myself fall down that. I'm too far from my goal." Davis said this all quickly, completely oblivious to how he looked in his snug tank top, which showed off his impressive physique. To Davis himself, he was nothing special. "I wish I could have more than one cheat snack like you do, Claudio," Davis told the other, a bit of sadness coming into his voice. "You look good by the way." As he said this, Davis smiled, wishing he could be like Claudio and just eat what he wanted. Wanting to move past this somber moment, Davis suggested, "Hey! How about we eat our snacks together, catch up a little?"
Davis was so indecisive when it came to sweets. Choosing a pastry shouldn't this hard, right? Like a normal person wouldn't have this much of an issue choosing between a giant cookie, a cinnamon roll, or a muffin, right? Maybe a scone? Or perhaps an eclair or a cannoli? Ahh, there are too many options! Davis thought, while another voice in his head whispered, No, a normal person wouldn't have this much trouble choosing, but you're not normal. It was a voice Davis heard much more often than he'd like, but it was still there, and he pushed it away like he always did. If only he could squash it completely and be free of it. He missed that feeling sometimes.
But right now Davis was laser focused on the options in the display case. This shouldn't be such a challenge, but he was deadlocked between the cannoli and the giant cookie. At least he'd narrowed it down some. There was no way he could choose between them without another opinion. "Excuse me," he said to the person standing next to him, "do you think you could help me?" When the person turned in his direction, he pointed at the display case and explained, "I'm stuck on what to get. I'm thinking either the cannoli or the cookie the size of my hand, but I'm just not sure because now that cupcake is looking really good. The last time I got a cupcake here, it was incredible, but that wasn't that long ago, so I think I should get something else. But on the other hand, I already know I like the cupcakes, so should I stick with that? I can't decide!" He smiled at the other as he continued, speaking rapidly, "I know this shouldn't be so hard, but I don't normally eat like this. Usually I have a really strict diet, but once every two weeks, I let myself have a cheat day, or more like a cheat afternoon. If I let it be a whole day, then I run the risk of undoing all my progress, you know? So I've got to make this count, and I know if I make the wrong choice, I'll just pick again in two weeks. But I don't want to wait that long." At this, Davis finally paused, taking a breath and smiling brightly.
Wasn't it lucky that Eric's new personal trainer was practically his neighbor? Of course, he wouldn't call it convenient if Davis caught him munching on a slice of pizza, but he treated the whole diet and workout situation very seriously.
Eric had been fighting to get that role for months, hours of self-taping and auditioning, polishing that British accent, and that was just the tip of that role's iceberg. Everyone had been speculating, guessing, suggesting, and even demanding. Every iconic role was like that, and even though Eric knew he wouldn't please everyone, he wanted to do the best job possible and prove that he deserved the trust the director (and the franchise's fans) put in him.
"God, you're always this punctual like that?" He joked, upon opening the door for Davis, and let him inside. "Just kidding, I appreciate that. Come in, do you want something to drink?"
Even though Davis liked training at the gym, liked the atmosphere and the camaraderie that came along with it, there was something nice about training his clients in the privacy of their homes. For one thing, they usually paid more, but Davis didn’t care about that. He felt like the connections he formed were genuine when people were in places that brought them comfort, in their own homes. And that was one of the reasons he was glad to be training Eric, but another was that, well, he was famous. Davis had definitely had a hard time not going full fanboy when he met him, but he thought he kept it mostly professional. And they lived really close too, so that helped ground the situation some too.
When Eric opened the door, bright and early, the sun just rising, Davis was all smiles. He was one of those people who jumped out of bed in a good mood. What wasn’t there to be happy about when starting a day fresh. It was like having a blank slate. Of course it wasn’t that simplistic, but Davis tried to keep that mindset as much as he could. ”Hey Eric!” he exclaimed when he saw the handsome actor, beaming and buzzing with energy. "I try to always be on time, yeah! Actually though, I sort of circled the block a few times because I was maybe a little too early even by my own standards, and I didn’t want you to think I was super weird, especially when I’m already wearing, well, this.” He gestured down to his shirt, which had a lion and a gazelle shaking hands. Well, paws. And of course Davis said this all in his trademark fashion, that is to say fast and excitable. He was practically bouncing on his feet even at this hour.
"I’d love something to drink, thank you!” Davis replied as he stepped inside the house. Looking around, Davis admired it, the architecture and the opulence, but he wasn’t in awe of it - he was used to it. "You know,” he went on, following Eric, "this entryway reminds me a lot of the entry way at my house. Well my grandparents’ house I guess. It doesn’t really feel like mine because I sort of made the guest house mine even though Grams is always reminding me it’s not mine. ‘It’s a privilege, Davis,’ she always says, and I’m like ‘Yeah Grams, I knew that the first hundred times you told me,’ which she didn’t like, but you know, maybe she shouldn’t keep hammering it in. I get it, you know?” Again, Davis said this all quickly, but suddenly he was aware of it, and he felt his face burn, running his fingers through his thick hair. "I’m sorry,” he apologized. ”Sometimes my energy level is…a lot.” Too much, a voice in his head told him, and Davis knew whom that voice belonged to.
