"I don't understand it, Darryl. Well, just come in after me" his carpool friend who also worked at Biotech said. Darryl had tried numerous times to use his key card to get through the door as internal memos always said to do; but it didn't work. Darryl feared the worse; they let him go and didn't tell him. Sugar honey iced tea, this was bad. He needed to get money for the household, the only family he really ever had that never judged him for anything. He had a roof over his head, a pretty woman for a landlord, and another roommate who pretty much stayed to himself. He didn't need this, he was already behind on rent.<br/><br/>But the morning actually flew by; he was still allowed in the building and he still had a job. The reason his key card didn't work is because they needed to get him a new key; he had gotten a mini promotion. He went from web designer to lead of Cigna Development, the revenue part of the job. Everything was safe; he took out his phone to text Mackenzie. First he typed "I love you" and thought better of it, backspacing and erasing that part. What if Leonard loved her. What if he was just infatuated with her. What if he just wanted a sister? He knew he wanted more, but he didn't know really what that meant.<br/><br/>"Good news" he wrote in the text. "Small raise at work; bad news, no way to spend time with you at break. Good news, I'll pick up flowers on the way back for the house." That was a lie; he could care less about the house. But he wanted to show his appreciation to Mackenzie for allowing him to stay. "Want me to pick you up a sandwich from Subway?"