“Do I get to ask?” Quinn questioned as the elevator stopped and opened. He moved towards his apartment, pausing when he got to his door. He pulled out his wallet and then his key, shoving his wallet back in his pocket. Okay. Key and a door, couldn’t be too difficult right?
He frowned as he tried, then smiled slightly in relief when he got it on the second try. It’d taken him five tries the last time.
He’d made it home. Kamal could leave. He tilted his head towards his friend, “Kitchen’s over there if you want anything. I’m gonna head to bed.”