“You’re late,” Theo says as soon as he opens the door and sees me leaning, hands against the frame. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, and the haze of fatigue slowly dissipates. Does this guy just get more and more naked each time I see him? Next time he answers the door, he’ll just be wearing one sock. Maybe he’s just fucking with me or something. I don’t think he likes me, so I wouldn’t put it past him. He cackles about this when I leave and talks about it with his friends, I just know it. “You look like shit,” he says, and I mutter curses at him. “I’m tired. I was up late.”
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