The kettle had just finished boiling when I heard a knock at the door. I'm glad Rhodes gave me enough time to clean up my apartment, as I walked a clean line towards the front door instead of hopping over my pile of dirty laundry and my open suitcase. I unlock the door and open it up to see a calm-looking Rhodes dressed in a clean black suit with a white dress shirt underneath, unbuttoned at the top. His lips curl into a smile as I open the door.
"Hi bubs," he says gently. I smile softly and open the door wider for him to walk in. He does, allowing me to shut the door behind him and lean against it for a moment.
"Tea?" I ask. "I've just boiled the kettle." He nods his head, scanning over my apartment, probably comparing it to some sort of shoebox or tomb.
"Yes, please, love." Wow, someone brought their mEloisers to this conversation. Speaking of, I have no idea how to start this kind of conversation. I feel like I've already kind of forgiven him in my mind, but I can't pretend it didn't happen and move on from it. We agreed that this was for real, so our fights and reconciliations have to be real too.
"How was your meeting?" I ask as I take down two mugs out of the cupboard. Rhodes leans against the back of the couch, unsure of what to do with himself, watching me intently. Maybe I should have given him a kiss at the door, or at least a hug, put his mind at ease a little?
"It was fine, my trip to New York's been moved up, though," he replies. I pour a little bit of milk into mine and look up to meet his gaze, giving him a slight pout.
"When do you go?" I ask.
"Day after tomorrow. For a week." I pick up the mugs and carry them over to the couch, putting them both down on the coffee table. He walks over to join me as I sit down, curling my legs up underneath my body.