Scotty hears the ding-dong that notices that the elevator has reached its final destination. Scotty enters into the now so familiar hallway. He's carrying a bag over his shoulder and a canvas bag with food over from the restaurant. He was already guilty enough to live on Kevin's expense, the least he could do was to cook something delicious every night.
When he reaches the loft, he finds himself standing in front of a big hole where the door used to be. He looks at it with a wondering face and walks in to find Kevin sitting on the coach, facing the hole and working on his computer.
"Hello." Kevin greets him, as if nothing happened.
"Hello…" Scotty answers hesitantly. "… Kev…?"
Kevin finally looks up. "Yeah?"
"Where is the door?"
"I'm having a new one put in. A safer one. You didn't see the guy in the hallway? He just carried down the old one." Kevin is back with his work on the computer.
"And why have you moved he couch?"
Just as Scotty asks a blonde tall guy in his early 20's comes up behind him. The guy is carrying a door.
"Excuse me." He says politely and leans the door against a wall. Scotty enters the apartment, putting down his bags on the floor. He's starting to understand why Kevin would be more interested in watching the door-change than the TV.
Scotty sits down besides him, and together they sit there in silence, while watching the blonde guy rip out the old doorframe, replacing it with a new one.
Kevin lost interest in his computer quite a while ago, and Scotty had totally forgotten about the groceries in the bag, and how they probably needed to be refrigerated.
45 minutes later the guy wiped the sweat off his forehead, give them new keys and left. The entire floor smelled like burned wood and there were piles of sawdust all around the door.
Kevin and Scotty looked at each other, standing right inside the door, holding each a key.
"Wow." Kevin says. It seems to say it all.
"That was…" Scotty continues.
"… better than porn." Kevin finished.