@joharrison
Ever since Illyana's generous Christmas gifts and the heightened excitement coursing through his veins, Ethan had been feeling extra anxious, nervous, uneasy, tense, on edge. And no amount of release had helped alleviate the rising pressure he felt with all the emotions surrounding his uncle's murder death. He was finally free of his demons, so why did he now feel more caged than ever?
He pushed out a breath as he half jogged up to the front door of Elio's old house, trying his best to push away to overwhelming need for something he couldn't quite put his finger on. A quiet grumble left him as he rang the bell and waited for the new tenant to answer the door. "Come on. Come on," he said quietly to himself, rushing them without their knowledge as he looked over the papers he'd brought for them to sign, finalizing the sale of the house and gaining his large commission - as if he needed it.
His head turned with the sound of the lock, and he plastered on his friendliest smile. "Hi. It's Mr. Harrison. You're realtor from--" he started introducing himself as the door opened, but when he saw the woman standing on the other side, his heart dropped and all the color drained from his face. He felt faint. Had it suddenly gotten hotter? He was having an aneurysm and was dying. There was no other explanation for what he was seeing. His eyes had to be deceiving him.
"Jo?" he asked barely above a whisper.
What
The actual
Fuck!?
