[They're off the elevator almost without his thinking about it, and the first thing he feels is a staggering sense of relief. Look, there are just some things he doesn't really want to have an audience, and this-- definitely counts.
Um. Whatever "this" is.
Rise tugs him back from the precipice of overthinking, and he glances down the hallway, nodding.]
It is. I think... [hmm. All the rooms look the same. Was the number 128 or 182...? He pauses, tries to sort out his memories --it's difficult, in this exact moment, when his face is so hot-- and then nods.] This way.
[He reaches for her hand before going, though he can't put into words exactly why.]
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Um. Whatever "this" is.
Rise tugs him back from the precipice of overthinking, and he glances down the hallway, nodding.]
It is. I think... [hmm. All the rooms look the same. Was the number 128 or 182...? He pauses, tries to sort out his memories --it's difficult, in this exact moment, when his face is so hot-- and then nods.] This way.
[He reaches for her hand before going, though he can't put into words exactly why.]