Reed bites his lip, his foot tapping anxiously as he stares at the front door of your house. He's obviously been waiting for a while. He raises his hand to knock again, just for the wind to blow some of his hair into his eyes. As he reaches up to tuck it behind his ear, he must have caught sight of you out of the corner of his eye. He turns to face you fully, his breath catching in his throat. "Ah... There you are. I'm sorry." He starts walking towards him. "I know, I'm in trouble, I know."
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