Re: Travis/Thomas
Travis laughed. "Your parents aren't the one to worry about if you decide to have sex on the steps where Sean's reception is happening. Now that I'd call a suicide attempt or maybe a desperate call for help. Or pure insanity, since you have met Sam, right?"
He followed Thomas to the house and punched in the code "Have you even memorized the codes?" he asked, before opening the door and Thomas might not be an assignment, but Travis still got in first and looked around out of habit. Some things were too ingrained in him not to pay attention. When nothing looked out of place, he took his jacket off and loosened his tie. "I hate suits. I own one. In fact, this is a replacement to the one that got ruined on the job, more proof that you should never wear suits at work, something that my partner doesn't agree on. He was a fancy lawyer, got all tailor made suits," he said as he got up the stairs. "And do you lock your door?" he asked as they reached their destination and took the bottle back from Thomas.