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everett

he knocks on aidan's door and sighs, cheeks still stinging from the harsh winter temperature. he's holding a bag of bagels, a café americano, and a hot chocolate.

"everett," aidan's voice comes out in a whisper. "you're here."

"i left three text messages telling you that i just ran out to get breakfast."

"yeah..." the brunette rubs the back of his neck. "i wasn't on my phone. come on in."

the two sit on the futon, practically in each other's lap to fit properly. everett is nervous, shoveling the blueberry bagel into his mouth so he can think as he chews. "i can't be with you."