Allah Allah. That door was calling to him.

“It … was a day,” he non-answered.

It wasn’t an uncommon answer. It usually weighed in somewhere between ‘I could not possibly have expected that to go wrong’ and ‘I was kind of happy but don’t dare point you to where to shoot it down’.

He made a noncommittal noise at her hopes of his success. Felt it ripple against bruised skin.

“I apologize, Nisa,” he answered. “Work gets away from me, but I will try.”

She had probably heard that one before.

True to expectation, he whisked away behind a door – though for now, just to get dressed.