the thermos in his hands was still scalding hot as made his way to the door of the apartment. he tried to give his hands a break, shifting the container from one of the other as he walked. a familiar buzzing was going on in his gut, a happy anxiety that he’d recently begun to associate with harper. it was stupid, really, how much she affected him. the two of them were friends. just friends. he only wished he could convince his runaway thoughts of them. with a deep breath, he reached the door and... hesitated. what if the tea was a stupid idea? though the thought soon faded. he may not be good at everything, but he monty knew his plants. and besides, what was the worst that could happen? keeping the fingers of his right hand curled securely around the thermos, he lifted the other and banged out rhythmic knocks against the door.