It's 10:30 when you show up at night on his doorstep. Him, frustrated from a day of work, rubs his face and rubs a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath. He opens the door expecting to see his sistor or a friend. God, do you know what time it is?! Are you crazy? Why are you-He looks up and sees you. He hasn't seen you in months.
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