He knocked once more.
Kevin answers, swinging the door open and unceremoniously huffing, "What?"
"I- uh. Um, I got you... flowers, and, uh, candy?"
"Thanks. Come in. I didn't get you anything, because i was sleeping. Real sorry, darling."
"It's okay. Wait- Wai- It's 2:33?"
"Yeah."
"You know what? I'm not judging. Happy Valentines day, sweetheart."
"Happy... mhnmm."
Kevin buries his face in Strebers' neck, and they stand there, both silent. For so long.
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