[He almost wants to back up on that, ask her to come to him - but he doesn't want to be in his room. For once, the mess, however chaotically organized it is to him - feels overwhelmingly tight. He needs to go outside of his space, needs to clear his head, and so he slams a few more things around before slamming his door for good measure and going over to her.
No knock, just intrusion, tension evident in the way his body moves from the first step in to how he throws his hoodie to the chair and seems ready to erupt. But he doesn't, not at her, he just keeps it all tightly wound up inside because more than anything else, he's just pissed at himself.]
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No knock, just intrusion, tension evident in the way his body moves from the first step in to how he throws his hoodie to the chair and seems ready to erupt. But he doesn't, not at her, he just keeps it all tightly wound up inside because more than anything else, he's just pissed at himself.]