014 - [. . Joshua. . .?]

[. . He hadn't even reached the door and yet for some reason he simply couldn't shake off this nauseated feeling in the pit of his stomach. Surely Joshua would be home, answer the door and make some kind of lewd comment. Probably running around in some kind of bikini thong thing, as per usual. He was worried about nothing, right? So why was he so hesitant to knock on the door. . .? After a few more moments, he lifted his hand, rapping on the door.]

" . . Josh? . . . You in there. . . ?"