Who: Davan and Nikolai When: Sunday evening Where: Davan's dorm room. As he got his door unlocked and practically stumbled inside he put down the clothing in his arms, along with his bag and found his way though the pile of book and finally reached his bed, plopping down onto the not-quite-soft mattress. He reached down into his pocket and pulled out his phone, looking up Nik's number. He paused there, that little drive that had possessed him somehow gone and nervousness had settled in. There were many things he'd rather do, rather than calling the boy he had, earlier today, practically fled. But not only to get his notes and coat back, he really felt the need to apologize.
He finally mustered up the courage to press the button, his heart battling against his ribcage as he listened to the dialing tone. He swore he was sweating a little, even though the room was quite cold.