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Kavinsky arrived just a few minutes after he'd sent his last text. He texted Newt and told him where he was, ballparked a few hours for--for whatever, and made sure Newt was settled on the idea.
Then, he sat. He did the mental math in his head of how long the buses took and based off Peter's text that he'd left work fifteen--now almost thirty--minutes ago. Had he beaten the bus? Should he go up and wait on the stoop.
He was regretting that joke about the dick pics now.
Finally, he blew out an explosive breath. He had a key to Peter's apartment--which, now, felt so strangely intimate to have--but he didn't want to let himself in. Instead, he headed up to Peter's door, and knocked with a tentative sort of authority. The last time they'd hung out alone (not alone), he hadn't bothered to knock. It seemed important to do it now. Especially if Peter wasn't home yet.
Then, he sat. He did the mental math in his head of how long the buses took and based off Peter's text that he'd left work fifteen--now almost thirty--minutes ago. Had he beaten the bus? Should he go up and wait on the stoop.
He was regretting that joke about the dick pics now.
Finally, he blew out an explosive breath. He had a key to Peter's apartment--which, now, felt so strangely intimate to have--but he didn't want to let himself in. Instead, he headed up to Peter's door, and knocked with a tentative sort of authority. The last time they'd hung out alone (not alone), he hadn't bothered to knock. It seemed important to do it now. Especially if Peter wasn't home yet.
