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“I’m sorry.”
     
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about. Unless you’re not gonna ask me in.”
     
“Oh, right, yes.” Davy stepped back.
    Kurt smiled, hoping to put Davy more at ease and headed to the kitchen. Probably the living room had more comfortable seating, but most of his family hung out in the kitchen, and Davy needed to spend more time near food if he was going to put a few pounds back on.
    “Thanks for the stew, it was very good.” Davy sat at the kitchen table across from him, looking like a lost little boy, for all that he might be a few years older than Kurt.
    The Crock-Pot, minus the removable liner, sat garishly on the pristine white counter. Which was a good sign. If Davy had dumped the stew, uneaten, he’d have cleaned the liner and had both parts together.
    “Did you make it yourself?”
“No, my mom did.”
“Oh.”
    They sat, staring at each other. Kurt didn’t want to start any involved discussions, since he was waiting for a delivery. Davy cocked his head to the side, a faint frown creasing his face.
    The doorbell rang, and Davy’s frown got deeper. His gaze shifted from Kurt to the door and back again. “Who is that?” Davy’s voice was heavy with suspicion.
“Don’t worry about it.” Kurt sprang to his feet and headed to the door, trailed by Davy.
    “I don’t want any visitors.” A hint of hysteria replaced the suspicion as Davy’s voice rose.
Kurt opened the door and showed the grocery deliveryman where to deposit the groceries, ignoring Davy’s half-uttered protests. When the guy went out for the second load, Davy finally got out a whole sentence.
    “What the hell are you doing?” Davy patted down his pajamas, as though he was going to find something in his non-existent pockets. “Who is going to pay for all this?”
    Ah. Davy was looking for his wallet.
“I am.”
“I can’t let you do that. Tell him to take it all away.”
“And let you starve? I don’t think so.”
“I can get my own groceries.”
Kurt snorted. “Well, you haven’t.”
The deliveryman returned and began hauling in the next load. “Kurt!”
     
“Jesus, Davy, why don’t you go take a shower and let me take care of this.” He sniffed exaggeratedly and wrinkled his nose.
    Davy’s eyes flared open in anger. Kurt didn’t know if the crimson flush coloring Davy’s face and neck was from fury or embarrassment, but showering would keep Davy out of his hair until the groceries were dealt with.
    “Why the hell would you say that?” Davy hissed at him, with a furtive glance at the guy setting a plastic crate on the floor by the kitchen.
Kurt rolled his eyes. “Because you were wearing the same pajamas yesterday. Isn’t it about time you got out of them?” “Shut up! You’re going to give him the wrong idea.” Davy’s voice somehow got more forceful and more quiet at the same time.
    “What? Hold on a second.” Kurt turned his attention to the delivery guy who needed his signature for the credit card slip. The door shut, and Kurt went back into the kitchen. It would take him awhile to put the groceries away with his bum leg and arm. Then he could start making lunch.
    “What are you doing?”
“Putting away the groceries. I thought you were taking a shower.”
“I… I…,” Davy sputtered. “Aren’t you worried about what that guy thought?”
     
“Am I worried the delivery guy thinks… what exactly?”
    “That, you know, we’re together.” Davy whispered the last word. Kurt’s heart broke. What had Ben done to this poor guy with his secrecy?
    “So what if he thinks we’re together? He’s the grocery delivery guy for God’s sake. It doesn’t matter.” Kurt wasn’t gay, but there was no shame in having a gay relationship, and he sure as shit didn’t care whether the delivery guy thought he was in one. If he even had. Whatever Davy thought, the guy was more interested in a tip than speculating on their love lives.
    “It doesn’t?” Davy didn’t appear to