“Trust me. You won’t. It will be weird for a while, but I’ll get over it. My two favourite people in the whole wide world are happy.” He frowned. “Wait. Jae’s going to end up moving in with you, isn’t he?”
“I don’t know. I hope so. If he gets signed, he’ll need to be in London. I’ve suggested it, but he hasn’t agreed to it yet.”
Dillon pursed his lips and stared at me for a minute. “How does that make you feel?”
“A little disappointed, but he needs more time to think about it, and that’s okay. I don’t want to rush or pressure him.”
Dillon smiled. “Yeah, okay. I don’t need to worry about him, do I?”
“I hope not. You could move down here too.”
Dillon laughed and shook his head.
“Why not? You hate your job. I doubt you’re thrilled about living in Mum and Dad’s garage.”
“Hey, I quite like granny-flat chic.”
“Yeah. I bet you do.”
“I have my own space.”
I arched an eyebrow. “And how often do Mum and Dad pop round?”
“Most days.”
I gave him an I-told-you-so look.
His shoulders drooped. “Several times a day. On the plus side, Mum’s been ironing my uniform for work, so that’s a good reason to remain a bachelor and live in their granny flat forever. I hate ironing.”
I laughed. “Does anyone enjoy ironing?”
“Mum.”
“Move down here. I’ll help you until you find something you want to do.”
“I couldn’t ask you to do that.”
“You’re not asking. I’m offering.” I put my hand against the laptop screen. “I miss you, Dill. And if Jae gets signed and ends up moving down here, he’ll miss you too.” I dropped my hand and grinned. “You did say we’re your two favourite people in the world. Why wouldn’t you want to live near us?”
“London is expensive.”
“I can afford to cover your expenses for a while. Take advantage of the fact that I’m a social-media star.”
Dillon sniffed. “I’ll think about it.” He wiped his eyes. “It would help if I knew what I wanted to do with my life.”
“Do you fancy being my accountant?”
“My degree is in business, not finance.”
“My business manager, then.”
“Like you need one. You’re already a huge success. Jae will be soon too. I know it.” He hung his head. “Whereas I’m a loser.”
“You’re not.” I hoped that wasn’t Mum and Dad getting into his head. “You’re still figuring out who you are, and that’s fine. You’ll work out what you want to do soon enough.”
“I should go.”
“Dill…”
