scratches the back of his neck I might’ve… forgotten to tell them. About you.

opens the door and the noise hits immediately—eight voices layered over each other, the clatter of takeout containers, some tinny music playing from a laptop on the coffee table

But it’s fine! They’re chill. Mostly.

stops, eyes flicking to y/n Oh. You didn’t say you were bringing someone.

waves his hands vaguely This is y/n.