"Of course," he says, stepping to one side to let her through. As she passes, he can't help watching her, taking in the rigid set of her shoulders and the hard lines of her face. It used to be she only looked like that when they were away from the wards, but he's kept up the ones at his apartment. Of course, it's not Grays she wants to tune out here; just him. He ignores the way that thought makes his stomach drop.

Darlington nudges the door shut once she's inside, taking care not to let it slam this time. "Should all be in the usual place," he says, bobbing his chin towards the bedroom. "But let me know if there's something you don't see."