"I never called you my wife. I called you my designer," James said, letting Cepheus take his hand and lead him into his own room. He blinked at it, a bit startled by the difference between it and the rest of the flat. "It --" He frowned. "You just made me feel old."
He laughed, looking at the lights and then rainbow duvet, walking in and sitting on Cepheus's bed. "Now everyone who comes in is going to tell me they didn't know I had a kid. I'm only twenty."
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