The tightness in Kant's chest eased, and he relaxed a bit. As long as there was no real danger... It was better to hurry over and find nothing than to find a stalker.
Now that he was here, what was the point of being rattled over it? Plus, Gabriel looked guilty as hell. It was hard to stay frustrated.
"Fine." Kant nodded towards the apartment. "Lead the way."
Gabriel looked up, momentarily caught off guard. "Wait, really?" Then, as if afraid Kant would change his mind, he pushed the front door wide open and pulled him inside. "Okay, then! I already picked out a movie!"
Kant followed, shaking his jacket off his shoulders. Gabriel's quickness to move on from uncomfortable moments amazed him. All guilt was gone in a blink.
"Did you have dinner yet? I can whip something up," Gabriel suggested.
"No need," Kant replied automatically, taking a proper look around.
