Deciding not to wallow in my bruised ego, I find myself standing in front of Rex's door, one hand clutching the trophy, another with a wine bottle.
I am determined to celebrate and christen this trophy, be it with Michael or Rex.
Hell, if Rex turns me away right now, I will do it all by myself, dammit.
I knock twice, pausing before adding a third lazy knock.
A special kind of knock that we invented because sneaking in each other's rooms in the middle of the night and answering then naked makes you want to make sure you don't open to someone else.
It takes a few seconds, but I am impatient and Rex is taking longer than necessary to open the goddamn-
"Hey."
He doesn't look thrilled. I try not to make a snarky comment, as I step in, pushing past him since he isn't telling me to get in or fuck off
Get in it is.
"You were playing?" I ask, looking at the paused game on the TV screen.
"Uh yeah," he closes the door and walks back to the couch. "What's up?"
