“I take a shower every morning before work, Avery,” Armaan said, his eyebrows raised. “And I eat lunch at work, I guess I’ve just been…once I get home I just want to be in my bed. Eating salty shit. And crying.”
“Oh my god, I’ve been there,” Henry sighed. “When Iestyn and I had to break up, I- Well I guess you know, don’t you,” Henry said to Armaan, who smiled just a little. “Alright, let’s get some food in. You can’t think straight when you’re hungry. And even if you don’t feel it, your body will be hungry. And I really want to get out of this room. Out of the bed, come on!” he shooed both Avery and Armaan up and out of the room, into the lounge. And Armaan groaned about it, but he still went, plopping down on the sofa with a sigh.