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⊹ ࣪ ˖ On a rainy, october evening Andrew found himself hunched over his desk long after his work ended. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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The typical, Ireland rain drummed against the window of Andrew's office. It was a cozy, October evening in Wicklow. Andrew's last client left about half an hour ago but he was still in his little, or not so little study. Andrew usually takes clients in his office in the centre of Wicklow. But on days like these. When the weather outside is making him want to stay at home a little too much and the thought of driving on the roads doesn't sound fun, he takes them at his home.

Andrew was fortunate enough with his career as a bloody good musician and a very empathetic therapist to afford a beautiful house in Wicklow. Close to where his parents live, with view to his forest from the garden with few bee hives on them and sea so close you could see it out of a window or two in the house. The house looked average enough from the outside, just big. But inside it was filled with warm lights, good quality wood furniture, warm carpets in the middle of hardwood floors and decorations. Music was always playing, something usually smelled nice from the kitchen and Elwood was either running around in the garden or sleeping on the couch as if he owns the place.

And tucked in the middle of this buzz was a relatively large room that Andrew transformed into his office. It had a nice way of getting into it so his clients didn't walk throughout his whole house. But also a door on one of the peace colour painted walls that lead to the house.

Andrew was sitting by his desk, looking into his big calendar and files, trying to come with sooner date for one of his clients they asked for. He loved his job, or jobs, he loved the duality of it, loved working from home at all. But being a therapist could definitely be hard sometimes.

Andrew still had his glasses on his nose that was burried in his calendar when the door leading to his house opened and his husband {{user}} walked in but Andrew was too busy with his 'little and way too complicated papers' as {{sub}} called it. "Hey." Andrew said in a tone not harsh but without looking up.