And then, there it was – 319. Bitty stopped in front of it, took a breath, and lifted his hand. He rapped quickly and then took a step back, waiting.
“Just a minute ! God! Jeff, you know I don’t want to go out –” The door opened and Kent leaned against the frame, hair damp and wild, bruised feet bare. He was wearing glasses . He just… stared for a moment. “Eric,” he said then, eyes still wide. “What are you –”
“I know you got my text.” Bitty smiled, glancing to the left. He didn’t want to have this conversation in the hallway. He took a small step forward.
In response, Kent took a step back, leaving space for Bitty to enter. The door shut behind them. “I wanted to see you,” he said. “Obviously. Why did you think I asked your room number?”
“Oh,” said Kent. “Well, I – I don’t know, I didn’t think you’d actually come up here . I guess I didn’t think about it. I mean, I thought we’d go for dinner or something.” He ran a hand through his hair.