Kelly hopped out of his truck, slamming the door and moving around to the passenger side. He snagged the bags off the seat, hip checked the door closed, and made his way up to the front door. He was a little nervous about this newfound habit he had of just showing up places, but he since he came bearing takeout and beer, he was hoping Brock wouldn't mind the intrusion.
It wasn't easy juggling bags of Chinese food and the six-pack of beer to get a hand free so he could ring the doorbell. Worth it, he hoped, because if Brock was as tired as Jason was when he came home these days, the man wasn't going to want to cook. Kelly hadn't had a chance to check in with Brock in awhile, and he was missing the company, the easy way he and Brock connected.