“Elliot, you know you didn’t have to do that.”
“No, I know, I know. I just, like, I was already down there grabbing mine, and I saw yours sitting in the box, and I thought, hey, might as well save you a trip.”
“That’s really sweet. Thank you.” I reach through the gap and take the mail from him. My hand is very obviously trembling, so I press the envelopes against my thigh to hide it. “Well, I should probably—”
“So how was your day?” he asks, leaning one shoulder against the doorframe. He’s doing that thing he does where he tries to look casual but his whole body radiates nervous energy. “Busy at the paper?”
“Er, yeah. Super busy. You know how it is.”
“Totally, totally. I had a crazy day, too, actually. We had this server outage at work and my boss was freaking out, and I had to—well,
