Who: Ragnar and Leander What: Trying out his Secret Santa present Where: Ragnar's place When: After this Warnings: TBD, possibly reference to drug use (heroin) and prostitution
Leander was convinced that he wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack, not after years of hearing that he was stupid from Conall, but even he realised that Ragnar must have been his Secret Santa. He wasn't sure about the entire situation, not afraid as such but just very confused. The idea that a former client would gift him a key and invite him to his house made little sense to him. He didn't trust himself, he wouldn't have suggested that Ragnar do either.
He'd packed up what little items he had in a bag for an overnight stay - a change of clothes, pyjamas, his toothbrush and, of course, his rig and some smack because he was still a junkie even if now he'd be a junkie in someone's nice house. He made his way to Ragnar's house and even took out his key, but his nerve failed him as he stood outside the man's front door, leading him to knock on it instead.