Coffee: Archie W/Caleb R
He had hoped that something a little more formal would help prevent regretful evenings such as ones in the past, but it had appeared that it would not be so. Though he had come home and immediately stripped out of the dress pants and white dress shirt he had worn to the gathering as though doing so would help free him from the left over taste in his mouth of an abuser.
It hadn't. And no matter that he never would, that he had turned from the path of a minster long ago, never mind a Catholic priest, it was all too easy to see how he could have gotten there.
In the minutes that Archie asked for, he hopped in for a quick shower and changed into a pair of dark jeans and a faded, blue-grey Henley. It was comfortable, and light, and it wasn't anything like the suits he would have worn if he was a preacher.
With his dark hair slightly damp and curling at his nape, he shoved on a pair of loafers even though Archie was merely down the hallway. It seemed rude otherwise -- it was his room and going over there bare footed was familiar in ways they weren't. No matter what happened at the Halloween party.
At least it wasn't far. Running his hands through his hair and then swiping them over the thighs of his jeans, he walked quietly through the hallways until he came to Archie's room. Two knuckles rapped lightly on the door.