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A couple of loose knocks at the door indicated Trent’s arrival. You went to the entrance, opening your home to Reznor. Trent’s hair had mostly dried, he was wearing his leather jacket covering his likely bare arms but his pale legs stood out against the night. As predicted, his stage clothes still clung to his skin.“Hi,” You verbalized, despite Trent being taller, it was really only a inch of a height difference so you wouldn’t have to crane his neck upwards to meet his eyes. “The shower’s ready for you,”
Trent walked inside, dumping his loosely fitting boots off.
“Yeah, thanks.” He mumbled, taking his jacket off and tossing it haphazardly into the living room.
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