Ethan finished wiping down the counters; it was time to close up shop for the night. To be honest this was become his favorite time of the day, he began to wonder why he even kept the boathouse...he supposed it was for Adam. Even then he was over it. He tossed the towel in the dish bin and locked the front doors, a little part of him regretting telling Adam that he wouldn't be home late. He'd understand. Hopefully.
Ethan poured the last bit of coffee into his cup as he headed downstairs, his routinal debate of whether to tell Adam the truth or to lie as he had been doing all along. Things used to be so much easier when he played the role of the drunkin father.
He let out a groan as he heard the front door open, he was sure he had locked the damn thing.