Yeah, good thing. Grant blinks, then sits back a little, regarding him soberly. Alex kisses him. Ought to remember some jokes don' need to be made. Freddie says in tones of high aggravation, from the doorway.
Grant takes in a short, swift breath, and lets it out again, glancing briefly into a vacant corner.
Two of Freddie's shopping bags of possessions clang together. Grant sits there for a beat, while Freddie's footsteps retreat down the stairs, then quite matter-of factly picks up the nearest book from the floor and flings it at the door. It hits with a crack and thuds quietly to the floor. My sentiments exactly. Alex shakes his head.