Julien adjusted his art piece so it was out of the sunlight. He didn’t want the colours bleaching out of it. He slid it away and stashed it in another corner of the room and the he waited. Crossing his arms and scowling at the door as he rehearsed how he would scold Everett. Abandoning him like this was unacceptable. He thought back to the other times he’d been angry at him. How he prepared himself to get angry and yell. But the moment he saw that face, that goofy grin, his anger would melt away and he’d be left with just a quiet ‘don’t do that again’ instead of a loud arguement. Maybe it was his own fault this happened. Maybe he shouldn’t have given him the okay and selfishly demanded he stay and comfort him. But he’d just feel too bad saying that.<br/><br/>With a sigh he went back to his desk, grabbing the jar to get himself another glass of water. He felt too tired to get angry right now anyway. Filling up the jar again he downed it quickly and set the jar down in the sink. He then took off his glasses and splashed himself with the cold water. Hopefully that would keep his eyes from swelling. He surely hadn’t cried enough for that. How embarrassing to let those emotions get the better of him. He wiped water from his eyes and put the lasses back on before returning to his desk and slinging his bag over his shoulder. Walking back to the door he leaned in the doorway and continued to wait for Everett to return.