Look Past Me.

Season 3, Ep. 3- Again, and again.

Patrick was very cautious for some reason as he pushed the door open.

The security guard nodded and said "Goodmorning." But Patrick didn't say anything.

As he pushed the button for the elevator he felt bad for not saying anything back and felt shitty.

The elevator opened and there was no one inside. He felt a flow of relief all over his body knowing that he's alone.

The whole time he was inside he was biting his nails, he kept thinking about Kevin and how he's going to start a sentence.

'Hey Kevs how's it going?' He shook his head and looked up after hearing the elevator bell and the door opening.

He stepped out and smelled the usual coffee air in the morning and saw Kevin inside his office through the glass.

Is he writing or something? Patrick thought.

He started walking toward the office, he was very aware of his every step making it harder not to trip.

"Patrick where have you been?" He turned his head and saw Owen.

He slowed down.

"I was sick yesterday." He said.

"Really? You don't look like it?" Owen crossed his arms.

"Well I was." He said and felt annoyed, felt the cold breeze and the sweat in his forehead.

Owen put his hands up as if to say he surrenders "Okay, chill!"

Patrick continued on walking and pushed the door open to Kevin's office.

He inhaled and smelled Kevin's perfume, although Kevin didn't seem to notice him.

"Hey." He called out, it was almost impossible with his voice not cracking.

Kevin looked up and smiled. "Goodmorning Patrick, what can I do for you?" Kevin sounded so enthusiastic which was weird but Patrick ignored it.

He smiled and felt relieved and that everything's fine.

"Can we talk?" He said and took a deep breath.

Kevin looked at the paper he was working on, Patrick followed his eyes and saw what Kevin was doing and it was just scribbles.

"Well, you have a lot of work that needs to be done especially when you didn't come in yesterday." Kevin smiled.

"I was sick, can I sit?" Patrick pointed at the chair and was about to.

"Uh, no. I have work to do." Kevin picked up his pen and continued on scribbling. He then shakes his head while letting out a sarcastic laugh and snickers "Sick."

Patrick frowned "Look, I wanna talk about what's going on and especially our living arrangement, I have no clothes." Patrick lets himself sit down anyway.

"You can come over and get your stuff if you want?" Kevin said without looking at Patrick.

Patrick started panicking but he dismissed it which he never did before,"So that's it? I got kicked out or something?"

"Apparently." Kevin shrugged and tilted the notebook full of his pointless drawings.

"What are you doing?" Patrick swallowed his saliva as he felt as if it's flooding in his mouth.

"My work?" Kevin said.

"No, why are you being like this right now?" Patrick is trying so hard not to raise his voice and act casual as he felt as if everyone's staring at him, through the glass.