[It still takes time for him to open the door. Even though there's still a very loud, vocal part of him that doesn't want to open it, it still shouldn't be this hard. All it is is turning the lock and twisting the doorknob.
Instead, it turns into a longer process. Paces around the kitchen, making sure nothing's moved since he last looked it over, before moving into his bedroom again. He makes sure everything's covered, closed, and locked, and once he's sure, he checks it again, just in case he missed something, ensuring everything's safe, before finally returning to the door. After a few seconds of internal debate, wondering if there's something more waiting outside the door besides her, waiting where she can't see because she doesn't get it like he does, he unlocks the door quickly, like it might burn him if he doesn't, and opens it before she can get any ideas of her own.
He all ready feels like he's made a mistake, and that he's compromised everything, but he can't take that back now. The door's open.]
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Instead, it turns into a longer process. Paces around the kitchen, making sure nothing's moved since he last looked it over, before moving into his bedroom again. He makes sure everything's covered, closed, and locked, and once he's sure, he checks it again, just in case he missed something, ensuring everything's safe, before finally returning to the door. After a few seconds of internal debate, wondering if there's something more waiting outside the door besides her, waiting where she can't see because she doesn't get it like he does, he unlocks the door quickly, like it might burn him if he doesn't, and opens it before she can get any ideas of her own.
He all ready feels like he's made a mistake, and that he's compromised everything, but he can't take that back now. The door's open.]