James knew Cepheus was not handling things as well as he was pretending to, but he wasn't sure how to broach the subject with him without being snapped at. Especially since every time he took over some part of their planning Cepheus always felt the need to do it over again. At least things would be less stressful after the wedding.
James came into the flat from getting the mail and found Cepheus sitting in the floor, looking like he was under siege from all the stuff he had on his plate. "Okay," he said, stopping in front of the swatches. "Phe, I am putting my foot down. You look like you're about to shatter into a million pieces. You can't keep this up." He moved into the circle of stuff and sat with him, pulling the other boy into his lap. There were a couple letters from schools, but James wasn't sure he wanted to let Cepheus see them just yet. Just in case.
"I love you, but you're killing yourself with this." James gave him a worried look. "Talk to me, babe."
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