Have I? I'm sorry. [He knew he was, he knew it was because there was something strange about this place, and he didn't like it, but he wasn't sure he wanted to come out and say what he was thinking just yet. He wasn't even really sure what he was thinking, and again he looked back towards the closed door, wondering vaguely if he'd see the shadow of feet under the door if he bent down and looked.
He suddenly realized he really didn't want to be standing in front of the door anymore, and quickly moved away from it, standing close enough to Erik so that he wasn't in his personal space, but in another few centimeters, he might be.]
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He suddenly realized he really didn't want to be standing in front of the door anymore, and quickly moved away from it, standing close enough to Erik so that he wasn't in his personal space, but in another few centimeters, he might be.]
Do you want to keep going?