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LandonTheBull: Feel better now?

Skysthelimit: Yes. Yes, I do. Thanks lol, but seriously.

LandonTheBull: Anytime ?? now, back to the cookie break. What kind of cookies are you eating?

Skysthelimit: Triple chocolate ??

LandonTheBull: Nice. Now I want cookies. Fucking sweet tooth is the worst.

Skysthelimit: So… here’s an idea... Go eat one ??

LandonTheBull: Can’t. I’m on a fairly strict diet. My nutritionist would likely murder me.

Nutritionist? My mind immediately jumps to the health implications he could be inferring. As a medical professional, it’s the most logical assumption.

Skysthelimit: Is it health related?

Skysthelimit: Wait.

Skysthelimit: Don’t answer that. I don’t want to pry.

LandonTheBull: No, it’s nothing like that. I have to be very disciplined to stay in shape for work.

Huh. At his statement, my head tilts in confusion. I’m sure I know what he does for work, but searching my brain, I come up empty. Blank as can be. Impossible. We must’ve talked about it before. Right? There was that one time I told him about that patient and he… Nope. And that other time I talked about that other patient and he... Also, nope. How have I never realized this before now?

Skysthelimit: Landon!

Skysthelimit: OMG!

Skysthelimit: Have I been a narcissistic attention whore monopolizing the majority of our conversations and making them all about me? I don’t have any idea what your profession is. But you know loads about mine. Please feel free to shut me down in the future. What in the world?

LandonTheBull: What?

LandonTheBull: No way. Calm down.

I don’t believe him. There’s a delay before his next message pops up.

LandonTheBull: That’s not what happened at all. I just haven’t been ready to talk about it.

Relief flows through me, but I don’t fully believe him. I hate to be that person. The one who talks too much but doesn’t listen. But now I’m confused and more than a little curious.

Why wouldn’t he be ready to talk about his job? Maybe he’s in the CIA or the FBI. I’m being ridiculous, but it’s not like it’snotpossible. But it doesn’t make sense based on the crumbs of information I have.

Now that this door has been opened in my mind, I need to know. But I can’t push him too hard.

Skysthelimit: Ok. You’ve definitely gotten me extra curious. And you mentioned it now. Does this mean you’re ready to share?

LandonTheBull: Not quite, but I’m getting there.

LandonTheBull: I’m nervous. I don’t want you to look at me differently.

Weird. Really weird. What occupation would make him hesitant or scared to tell me? It’s hard to tell his tone without hearing his voice, so I can’t be sure of his exact emotions. Is he embarrassed?

Why would any job that could cause those emotions require a nutritionist? Ahh, curiosity is burning me up inside. Shoving the thoughts down as best as I can, I force myself to lock them away.

He’ll tell me when he’s ready. And he’s almost ready. Hopefully “almost” is soon.

Skysthelimit: I know it’s easy to say when I don’t know what’s making you struggle with this, but speaking from my heart, I honestly don’t think anything could possibly make me look at you differently. We’ve gotten to know each other really well, so I feel confident in saying that. No pressure, though. Tell me when you’re ready. Whenever that may be.