Soon enough, the laundry was done and Dedan finished his chores. He called Chester into the living room where his laundry was folded neatly on the couch.
“I’m sure you want your shirt back,” Chester said shyly.
Dedan looked away, pretending to be interested in something in the corner of the room. “You can keep it on if it’s more comfortable for you.”
Chester smiled softly. “Okay. Thank you.”
Chester put the clean clothes in his room and returned to the living room where he sat on the couch. Dedan was in the kitchen.
“I’m going to get a soda. Do you want anything?”
“Just water, thanks.”
Dedan dragged himself to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Chester watched him absent-mindedly.
“Can I ask you something?”
“If you must,” the tall man said flatly.
“Why did you invite me over?”
Dedan popped the top off a can. “You’re not the first elsen who’s given me those