The male had just woken up.
He ended up staying up way too late for his well being, so he didn’t have much of a choice. He let out a sigh and shifted to tie his hair up and slip on his glasses, something he only needed on occasion. He flinched when he heard the knock at the door, moving over to it. Though he fell silent for a moment when he was who was there.
“Icky…?”
Of course he was home, he was hoping and praying Eric wasn’t home so he could hide for another week or two. . . or four. . . or ten. But since Eric was home, it’s now or never. He kept his head low and sighed quietly. “I. . . I’m. . . sorry for what I did. . . several weeks. . . ago. I pr-probably shouldn’t have run off the way I did. . . I’m sorry.”














