In 2019, Grayson didn’t want to leave any bad vibes to trickle through into the new year. He’d started the year off different than he had any other - money in his pocket, a girl he really liked, and extremely stable across the board. It was a very strong beginning, but one thing still tugged on his heart, lurking there in the back of his mind. That stupid argument at the gala.
At the Fitzpatrick deli, Gray slid past the counter to head to the back, where the office sat. He didn’t work there any more, and hadn’t for some time, but his friendship with the owner gave him an elevated sense of permission. Knocking lightly, Gray gave a smile to his friend, in the other hand holding up a pack of cookies as a peace offering. “Hey - wanna make amends? I’m sick of fightin’ with you, and I’m sorry.”
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