"No it's- it's fine. Just give me a couple minutes?" He tries to peel himself away from her and breathes a little easier when he's a few paces ahead, eyes darting around as he tries to prioritise what to do.
It's a fine wire down by his boots, just about invisible, that he pulls on to disarm his setup just outside his door. Straightening up, he looks over his shoulder as he opens his door and steps inside, holding it open for Claire.
His living space was more or less barren. No paintings on the walls or photographs or anything that marked it as his personal space other than whatever bit of electronics he was tinkering with on the table. There's pillows and sheets on the floor and the knife block in the kitchen was devoid of knives.
Closing the door behind her, his shoulders rise as he slips his hands into his back pockets and lowers his gaze, like he's already getting on the defensive expecting her to say something.
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It's a fine wire down by his boots, just about invisible, that he pulls on to disarm his setup just outside his door. Straightening up, he looks over his shoulder as he opens his door and steps inside, holding it open for Claire.
His living space was more or less barren. No paintings on the walls or photographs or anything that marked it as his personal space other than whatever bit of electronics he was tinkering with on the table. There's pillows and sheets on the floor and the knife block in the kitchen was devoid of knives.
Closing the door behind her, his shoulders rise as he slips his hands into his back pockets and lowers his gaze, like he's already getting on the defensive expecting her to say something.
"D'you want some coffee?"