By the time Leo got to his apartment, he felt strained to say the least, which made his couch feel way more appealing than it should ever be, but he couldn't nap now.
He went straight to the kitchen after that, set his duffel on the counter, and opened the fridge to take out a bottle of water.
He stood still and drank almost all of it with the fridge still open.
After coming to his senses a bit, he shut the door.
He'd showered at the complex before leaving, but he still felt icky.
He sighed, picked his duffel back up, and went to the bedroom, turning the bag upside down over the dirty clothes bin so everything inside it fell in at once, then pulled off what he was wearing and dropped that in too.
The shower was hot, and long since Leo only came out when he felt like himself again.
He was towelling off when the doorbell rang.
He stopped.
He wasn't expecting anyone.
Noah would have called.
