Tyler tried to ignore his phone vibrating as he finished the quarterly report from the donors. It was probably Brad with yet another half ass apology. Or worse, Andy trying to get in contact with him again, pouring salt on a wound Tyler had thought closed months ago.

"How do you do it?" an exasperated Tyler asked Edward as he passed the office?

"How's that?" asked Edward, stepping in.

"You work more hours here then there seem to be in a day, you've got a fiancé... "

"Who's trying to adopt a kid," Edward added flatly.

"Wow. Just... how do you do it? How do you make it all happen?"

Edward sat on Tyler's desk. "I don't think about it, I suppose. I've always just... done it. You know?"

"You don't get stressed about life?"

"Well sure, but... it's all about the kinds of problems life throws at ya, you know? You've got the silly little stuff like what you'll have for lunch or what that person thinks of you. Then you get the big stuff like if you don't get this grant over two hundred kids won't have a place to stay or how can you stay within payroll budget but still have enough staff to take care of the kids."

"I guess I never thought of it that way."

"Don't take offense, but it comes with age. If you spend most of your young adult life focusing on the big stuff, eventually the little stuff doesn't matter as much, you know? Or at the very least, you don't let it bother you."

"That makes sense."

"Did that help?"

"Yeah. And really, it's just little stuff."

"There's a catch though, dear," Edward said, moving towards the door. "If the little stuff is going to add up to something big, best nip it at the bud and move forward. "

Tyler thought about his problems: his not-really-but-mostly? boyfriend cheated on him with a girl, not unlike he'd cheated on his female fiancé with Tyler. The guy that broke his heart was suddenly interested again. And he had to get the quarterly report for the donors completed so that they could hopefully open up some more job-transition programming for the kids. It was clear what Tyler needed to focus on. He thought about his problems in comparison to Edward's, who had a full-time job he was passionate about, a fiancé that adored him, and maybe a kid on the way? Those were grownup problems, unlike Tyler's own navelgazing childish typical Boystown dating problems. Tyler decided that he'd rather have grownup problems.

His phone vibrated again and he put it in his desk drawer without even checking it.

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