The street was finally empty of Halloween crowds and his apartment was quiet. Enjoying the silence, Rain stepped out of the shower and dried off. He ran his hand over the foggy mirror, and slowly, his clean, but sad face appeared to him.
He hung the towel on the hook behind the door and slipped his purple pajama bottoms on, then put on his hooded sweater.
In the hallway, he paused by Pip’s open bedroom door to peer into the room. Pip was sleeping on his back with his mouth open and snoring. The madness of Halloween had sapped him of all energy. Maybe he’d ask Andre for a day off tomorrow and stay home with Pip.
Rain thought he heard some voices coming from Tristan’s apartment, and heart in mouth, he quickly tiptoed to the wall and listened. Yes, Tristan was home.
Well.
Nice of Tristan
