He takes his time, not out of nervousness or apprehension about what's waiting outside for him, but out of sheer indulgence. It's been so long and yet he knows that he can't make it last forever. So when he comes out, drying his hair with a towel in his boxers (because it is fucking nice to not have strangers' eyes on him at all times), he shoots Kepler a quick look.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2021-08-27 02:21 am (UTC)"Alright, now we can talk."