Christian wasn’t feeling 100%, and he’d definitely over-exerted himself the past few days. Which was stupid, and he was paying the price. So their little apartment was especially cozy today, and he’d gotten himself one of the old afghans from the sofa and a hot cup of Keurig coffee. He had to lay backward on a few cushions to relax his spine, so he had turned on a movie and pulled his feet up on the coffee table. Their apartment was adorable, but cluttered- various rolling closets, dress forms, and fabric was tucked into corners. A few plants hung near a nice window and Christian’s laptop and his ASL flash cards were set out on the end table nearby. “Pariiiiiis....” He called with a lazy smile. “Come watch Singin’ in the Rain with me?” He whined. “I’m in one of those ‘probably shouldn’t move’ zones and my physical therapist will murder me if I sew anything today.”
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