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[ today was a thursday. thursday means skipping classes is alright in his book, & so when tony had invited him over, he'd taken up the offer almost gladly despite being told that tony wouldn't be in until later. he'd shrugged that off, dazing lightly on the couch while watching TV in the beginning. but that had quickly bored him, propelling him to wander the dorm before he finds himself beginning to clean, pushing him from the kitchen to the living room, the bathroom, and finally -- after a long period of hesitance -- tony's room.

he's picking through a pile of clothes (while carefully leaving the suspiciously female-type clothing in a separate basket) when something catches his eye -- a box, peeking out from underneath tony's bed. he's not quite sure what it is about the box that makes him curious enough to open it, but he does. & inside, he finds what looks like letters, each folded with such meticulous care & affection that he momentarily forgets to feel ashamed at not even hesitating to gingerly open one to peek through it.

& that's how spends the rest of the afternoon, reading through the letters that paint a clearer picture of his friend than he's ever known (or been told from tony himself). lowers his hands, still clutching the last of the letters, into his lap. hangs his head as he stares down at the floor, bangs covering his face as he struggles with the myriad of emotions -- the strongest of them being a strange ache in his chest, the second being shame at peering through what had been obviously private. wipes at his eyes quickly (angrily?) with an arm while carefully placing the letters back inside the box. pushes that back under tony's bed before he stands, making his way to the door upon deciding that it'd be best for him to go home for the afternoon. ]

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[ with some work-type business out of the way that leaves him feeling a little irked, he comes back into the dorms with a rather sour expression plastered on his face, one hand ruffling his already frizzed-out hair in frustration. a pause a few feet away from his dorm's doorway makes him remember that he had a guest waiting for him, thus making him shake his head and slap his cheeks a bit to rid himself of what seemed to rub him the wrong way-- it wasn't that important, anyway.

it takes him a few moments but he's back to normal again after a few deep breathes, grin spreading across his face once he reminds himself of who's behind that door. after all, he had been making a greater effort lately to make an ample amount of contact with his friends, feeling as if he had not been able to give them the proper attention they deserved; he needed to rectify this mistake. perhaps a bit slowly, but it would still be heartfelt in feeling.

a hand reaches out to open the door then, peeking behind it to see if he can spot his friend. blinks a few times in surprise when he sees anthony approaching, pulling open the door wider so that he can step in and smile down at him. ]

What, did you hear me coming from down the hallway? Did you want to greet me? That's awfully sweet of you.