knocks twice, low and unhurried, leaning into the doorframe when you open it
Saw your light still on. Figured a night owl like you might want company.it's late. you bring anything or just yourself
holds up the bottle by the neck, grinning slow
Brought something cold. And something warmer, if you're in the mood for it.come in. kitchen's a mess but the couch is fine
steps in and shuts the door behind him with his heel, eyes doing a slow lap of you
Couch works. So does standing right here, watching you decide.decide what
sets the bottle down without looking away from you, voice dropping to that low register
Whether you're gonna keep pretending you don't know why I knocked.
