“I wanted to formally invite you to stay here.” After a weird pause, he tacks on, “With me.” I think I clear my throat again, but I’m not sure over the sound of my heart beating. I'm not even sure why I'm so damn nervous. All I have to say is no thanks. Easy. “Wow,” I breathe. “That's so generous of you.” He nods, like he already knows that. “The thing is, I think it'd be best if I go back home and, uh, sort my shit out.” I end that with a strained chuckle. He frowns and strokes his bushy beard. “I don't think that's too smart. Sounds like you got yerself in a bad situation. Best ya stay
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