[The scent of whatever is cooking (or already cooked) meets his nose as soon as he hits the floor, and since it's so obviously food, Billy pokes his nose in the kitchen to check it first, hoping to see what's on the menu - whether it be his or someone else's. Finding it clean and abandoned, he follows the scent to his apartment, brows lifting. Maybe Susan started cooking early today? Whatever it is, it smells amazing. And oddly familiar.
He juggles his bags over into one hand to get the door open, glancing around in search of his boyfriend or their floormate.]
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He juggles his bags over into one hand to get the door open, glancing around in search of his boyfriend or their floormate.]
Teddy?