Pete heard Kevin's voice on the other side of the door, leaning his head down to listen, more out of concern than nosiness. When he heard his name, he nodded, though realized a split second later that there was no way it could be seen. "Yeah, it's me." He glanced down at the plastic bag in his hands that contained the clothes. "I've got two shirts and two pairs of sweat pants for you."
He looked back up at the door as he waited, wondering if it had gotten so bad that Kevin wasn't even comfortable touching the knob. "Are you okay?" It seemed like a stupid question considering the circumstances, but he hoped Kevin would realize he meant it in more of an immediate sense than overall.