Humphrey smiled when he heard the knock. The man seemed interesting, and not to mention liked Cole Porter and Glen Miller, so really, why would Humphrey not care to have him over? Now, if Humphrey were lucky, the man would be gorgeous and gay, and he'd have himself a happy, happy living arrangement. However, he was rarely lucky, so he figured he might get a five foot nothing pimply teen of a boy showing up with a box of his things-though, the man seemed to speak a bit higher than a grade school level. That gave Humphrey hope.
Opening the door, he felt a complete arse when he realized that he had made a man in a wheelchair bring over the box, and thought that he should have gone himself, but yet got caught up in their banter and-well. He didn't show any of these thoughts, of course, merely smiling. Besides, the man was gorgeous. One out of two wasn't bad, and the second had not been disproved yet!
"Hello. It occurred to me while I was waiting that I've no idea what your name is. So, hello," He took the box from the man, "My name is Humphrey Harris, do call me Harris, if you wish, Humphrey is a beast of a name, and you are?"