[Don't ask him how he found out. Asked around. Probably. Someone had to know. But, he got there. And he left the jug of wine that had mysteriously wound up in his room on Erik's doorstep.]
[ erik turns it over in his hands, his expression inscrutable. is it fondness he's feeling? it's been so long since erik has tried to maintain or keep a connection that wasn't simply a way in. and who is to say this isn't one?
aren't they all?
restless in his skin, erik grabs the jug, heading over to shiro's room instead, rapping his knuckles on the door. ]
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