@falconism
Every time there was a knock at the door, he would always flinched slightly, the paranoid man always armed too. When Sam had knocked, the cat jumped off of Buck's lap and the brunette stood up, hand on the grip of the pistol in the back of his jeans. Hearing Sam's voice, he sighed in relief and left it where it was, in response he opened the door, the short haired mustached man offering a small smile, "Hi" he said quietly and held the door open for the other. Inside the apartment had new plasterboard on the walls and the floor seemed new but in reality, it had just beem salvaged. The only thing that seemed to be renovated was the kitchen; light dirftwood - looking wooden bench tops, deep blue appliances and deep blue splash back, it looked very expensives but very nice. The only other furniture seemed to be the large dinning table, again made of a neat grey driftwood source. The table could sit eight people but currently only two because of all the paperwork and things that were on top of it.
"Sorry about the mess," he had said quietly, the room was cold but with the small portable heater in the corner, it was doing its best to warm the place up.