"I'm pretty sure your cat just had kittens on my bed."
That got his attention. The fussy, lanky, unfairly pretty resident of apartment 2B had already gotten the door halfway closed in Kylo’s face; he stopped all at once, mouth open, his “my cat is missing, I don’t have time for this” rant forgotten and his entire body frozen in place like someone had flicked his off switch.
The man’s normally immaculate red hair was falling into his face in messy clumps, so Kylo took it upon himself to brush it back for him. When he still didn’t move, Kylo left his hand alongside the man’s face; this was, he decided, as good a time as any to make his move.
When Kylo suggested “Do you want to come over?” though, his neighbor suddenly came back to life, knocking Kylo’s hand away, shouldering violently past him, and screeching, “Millie?!”