“Kieran,” he said, sighing in exasperation. (Already.) He knew how this went - they’d known each other long enough - but sometimes it still irked Jude that, as much as he had hoped one day he’d be immune to it, and no matter how little effort Kieran put in and how hard Jude tried, the outcome was inevitable every time: Kieran would goad him into getting angry.
He tried to keep the fuming to himself. “If you’re not going to tell me, I won’t bother asking,” Jude said, turning to move down the hall whether or not Kieran followed him, “but I’m not pet-sitting for you.”
He tried to keep the fuming to himself. “If you’re not going to tell me, I won’t bother asking,” Jude said, turning to move down the hall whether or not Kieran followed him, “but I’m not pet-sitting for you.”
