Knocking at his door with incessant stubbornness.
Fingers shift and fumble with the first lock of his apartment's front door, hands clambering to get themselves onto Green, to feel his touch again; his warmth, his smell, his voice.
It would finally permit visitors.
The brunette nearly tears off the door as the knob turns, Red slamming it open, out of breath, like he'd been fighting for his life to finally vacate his home.
In truth, that might've very well been the case.
Red is speechless, looking Green up and down with only intense inhales, and he smiles despite the exhaustion warping his body. Red looks thin, pale. He wears pajamas, one big hoodie and his favorite pikachu-printed lounge pants, hair splayed every which way. Behind him sits a dark apartment, void of light.
