C12 Chapter Twelve

He made his way home, nerves jangling from the shock of the day’s events. He wished the walk were longer. After spending more time at Ethan’s place, orderly yet warm, he couldn’t think of a bad enough word to describe his home. It smelled funky. Nothing was new, nothing matched. It didn’t not-match in a designer way and it wasn’t shabby chic. It was a dump, a patchwork of castoffs