#dcfectboy

It was only after he'd called his best friend back in New York and told her all about his new home that he realized that he'd kind of been asked on a date. When was the last time that had happened? He wasn't entirely sure, but that didn't matter. He was kind of going on a date, and, oh god, something sexual had been pre-planned to happen. This was what he wanted to come do, wasn't it? He wanted to explore, and this was exploration. He smiled to himself in the mirror, deciding that he looked pretty good. He smoothed his shirt out when he heard a knock on his door, and he rushed over to the door to answer it. Glasses fixed on his face, he smiled. "Hi, Daniel."