the progress project [3]

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aidan

he runs.

out of the car, up the steps, to everett's apartment door.

"everett!" he bangs on the door with his fist so hard that it sends tingles throughout his whole arm, and he doesn't stop. not until a neighbor opens their door and curses at him.

"everett," he says lowly, hands tightening against the gift. "please, open the door."

he sits outside, waiting, waiting, waiting.

everett isn't home.