[Chase knocks a second before turning the handle. No familiarity has yet overridden manners and broken him of the habit - and after today it's unlikely that it will. But he does open it without permission - with a smile and a sprig of something green-leaved, white-berried caught between middle and ring finger.
The smile is the first thing he drops, like a light flicking off.]
Sorry, my mistake.
[His jaw is infinitely tighter when he turns to go. Though, he catches himself before he does.
Saya's not there with him (which must make it good timing of some sort, it's better to walk in on someone fastening his tie than someone taking it off), but it's a curious level of trust. So he looks back, a half turn over his shoulder.]
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The smile is the first thing he drops, like a light flicking off.]
Sorry, my mistake.
[His jaw is infinitely tighter when he turns to go. Though, he catches himself before he does.
Saya's not there with him (which must make it good timing of some sort, it's better to walk in on someone fastening his tie than someone taking it off), but it's a curious level of trust. So he looks back, a half turn over his shoulder.]
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