Peter took the thermos and moved a little to the side, keeping a conventional amount of space between himself and the other man. "Thank you, but I'd rather not be a participant in any...Freudian fantasies you may have ravaging your subconscious." He uncapped the thermos and sniffed at it a little, shoulders relaxing as the smell of coffee hit his nose. It felt like his neurons were firing more efficiently already. "You didn't have to actually get coffee and bring it here."
Glancing in at his apartment as surreptitiously as possible - there were some books lying around and he needed to vaccum, but everything seemed to be in order - he made a small gesture with his free hand and stepped to the side to admit passage. " If you'd like to come in, you're free to ..."
What was that shirt intended to do. Why was that shirt...and what was that smell.