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Sean was pacing around the store as he spoke on the phone. It was a call he'd rather not be making, given that it was to his mother.

"Yes, mother, everything's fine," he said with as much patience as he could muster. "Yes, I'm still married. No, I'm not divorcing her. Yes, I still have the store. No, I'm not going to close it up any time soon. Did I miss anything? No? Good."

And then he hung up. God, he hated his family.

He dropped down onto a stool behind a counter and prayed the rest of his day was less of a pain in the ass.

K-Mart had rearranged displays the last time she worked, which meant that now Sean was un-rearranging them and putting them back the way they were supposed to be. It didn't take him long, thankfully, or he might've started wanting to whack the girl over the head with something. He knew she was just having nesting instincts of sorts, though. Or at least he hoped that was it. If she was trying to drive him crazy, that was something different entirely.

Finally he got things sorted back out the way they belonged, which freed him up to make the business-related call he'd needed to return for the past day or so.

Hey, the guy he was calling was a jerk. Jerk could wait a little bit.

Sean was still feeling migraine-y from the phone call home a couple days earlier, which would explain the vaguely pinched expression on his face as he moved through the store, tidying and rearranging and just getting his hands into things. There were days he liked the paperwork and days he liked doing the hands-on stuff.

Today was a hands-on day.

The first hands-on thing he'd done had been to toss a sign up in the window.

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It was a typical day at the store, which meant Sean was rearranging anything K-Mart or Lindsay might've done -- though K-Mart was the one who typically moved things around -- and then settling behind the counter with his laptop.

Today he was trying to keep up with emails from his family. One from Bryce, a tentative update on how his music was going. One from Thomas, asking in traditional Nast condescending fashion how "that little store" was going. One from Josef... well, being Josef.

He quickly gave up on the family email and went back to playing games.

[The OCD is off packing my closet for me]

Sean was exhausted. Between unpacking, getting the place organized, and making sure his wife remembered to do such basic things as eat and sleep, he himself was a wee bit sleep deprived.

This would be why he was sitting behind the counter, drinking from what could charitably be described as the world's largest coffee mug, and looking like he was sleeping with his eyes open.

He wasn't, though. That was what he'd been doing twenty minutes earlier. Now it was all about the coffee consumption.

[Flying OCD-free!]