The doorbell rings as I raised my head and glanced over in its direction. It was pretty late at this hour, but I could hardly sleep from the dull ache from my waist.
Thinking it was Dameon, I was going to tell him to go sleep at his own place after his abrupt disappearance and leaving me to clean up the mess he left everywhere. However, when I pulled open the door, I was met with a conflicting surprise as I stuttered to call his name.
"D-Doyle!" I exclaimed, nearly falling onto my rear as he smiles apologetically in my direction.
"Len... How... Have you been?" He seemed a little more hesitant than last I met him. However, it could have been due to his awkward the meeting was after such a prolonged period of silence.
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"Ah, right... Sorry, do come in..." I moved aside, making way for him to enter when my eyes caught sight of his plastered hands, covered with bandages over them.
