"It's not weird that you called. Just wasn't expecting it." Radley told him as he walked in, carrying in his table, which he assumed was just so people thought he was there for any other reason than fucking the heir of the house. He smiled at him, then frowned.
"Are you alright?" He noticed Thoreau's tense body language. "What's wrong?"
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