Jake opened the apartment door with one hand still on his phone, and his attention half turned towards the living room.
He paused when he saw Leo standing there, arms full.
A Pasta container was tucked under one elbow and a paper bag with chicken in the hand.
And in the other hand was a carton of juice which he had held up to Chest Level.
Jake blinked.
Then stepped aside.
"Right. Come in before you drop all that."
Leo moved past him without a word, nudging the door closed with his heel as Jake followed and shut it properly behind them.
"So," Jake said, leaning his shoulder against the wall, eyes already flicking toward the food, salivating a bit.
"How's life on the spectator side? Been a minute, hasn't it?"
Leo didn't answer straight away.
He set the bags down on the small dining table with care, unwrapped the carton of juice, and then turned toward the kitchenette.
He opened the fridge, pulled out a bottle of water, and slowly twisted the cap off.
