From the moment I slid into the car, I started peppering Vihaan with questions about his day. He humored me, telling me just enough to distract me, but not enough for me to worry about him. And I made sure not to give him a single opening to ask about the lab. It's not that I didn't want to tell him. It's just... he has enough on his plate. His own project is ramping up, and practice for his championship starts the day after tomorrow. If I told him about my lab mess, he'd only worry, and that's the last thing I want right now. Not everything is about me, even if a selfish part of me wishes it could be.
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