[There are many concerns running through Diavolo's head as he stands at the door. While Doppio worries that he'd somehow missed him, some part inside Diavolo is hoping that Doppio isn't home and his knock will be left forever unanswered. This is a meeting he does not want to have with a person he does not want to see about an incident that he does not want to discuss.
And then he hears a faint thump and a yell and almost immediately he can envision what just transpired inside. He may not have the details, but he gets the general idea. It's... concerning and relieving in equal measure. There's some sort of comfort to be found in the familiarity, even if he doesn't usually experience it from this... angle.
He brushes these thoughts aside as the door swings open, and the instant it does he hurries in, slamming the door shut behind him. A rash decision, considering the time. It's only after it clicks shut that he realizes he drew more attention with that move than he would have if he took the extra second to close the door quietly. And of course he doesn't want to be out there, where anyone could walk past and see him. But he doesn't want to be in here, either. Even if, for a few weeks, he was able to call it home. Even if it's the closest thing he has to normalcy.]
For now. [An ominous reply.] But are you well, Doppio? I heard a... concerning noise.
[He's stalling. There's no easy way to broach this conversation topic when Doppio is still being so... so... evasive?
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And then he hears a faint thump and a yell and almost immediately he can envision what just transpired inside. He may not have the details, but he gets the general idea. It's... concerning and relieving in equal measure. There's some sort of comfort to be found in the familiarity, even if he doesn't usually experience it from this... angle.
He brushes these thoughts aside as the door swings open, and the instant it does he hurries in, slamming the door shut behind him. A rash decision, considering the time. It's only after it clicks shut that he realizes he drew more attention with that move than he would have if he took the extra second to close the door quietly. And of course he doesn't want to be out there, where anyone could walk past and see him. But he doesn't want to be in here, either. Even if, for a few weeks, he was able to call it home. Even if it's the closest thing he has to normalcy.]
For now. [An ominous reply.] But are you well, Doppio? I heard a... concerning noise.
[He's stalling. There's no easy way to broach this conversation topic when Doppio is still being so... so... evasive?
...he'd sounded genuinely relieved.]