Maybe it would have been a better idea to go with Alison. Yeah, because Ali would cry and he could deal with that... sort of. Ish. But Cedric would murder him. Holy fuck they were never going to find his body and Hannah would kill him again for getting killed. He knocked on the door, then waited. He should run. But no.. Bad idea that running thing because he could hide sure, but Han would find him and make him come back. Why didn't she do this again? Door opening... Not enough time to find out.
Door opening—Cedric had been reading like usual when he heard the timid knock. Someone coming over at this hour? He supposed that wasn’t too strange. Maybe his neighbor needed another cup of flour or sugar or something. Maybe his parents were here. Oh, goodness, Cedric hoped that wasn’t the case. Maybe it was someone who had gotten his mail for him. Maybe—
The door was wide enough for Cedric to see who was on the other side. A furrow of the eyebrows showed his confusion before his eyes widened a bit, the face of the other person on the other side suddenly becoming familiar. “…Courfeyrac?” The name was strange on his tongue. The fact that this person was standing on his doorsteps now at this time of day was even stranger. “You’re—You’re here! Why the hell are you here?” It was more of a shout of confused shock rather than anger. Why was Courfeyrac here? Why now, seven months later? And why Cedric..?
