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He heard the knock shortly after he had left the shower, carefully rubbing his hair dry, when his head slowly rose and his hands stopped their motions for a moment. A faint sound. He had not imagined it. There was no clock in the bathroom, but he knew it was late. He had come home from the opera shortly before midnight—— this was likely not a courtesy call.
Nighttime visitors were unlikely to leave on their own, so he slipped into his bathrobe and warily approached the door; this was unlikely to be enjoyable. His eyebrows shot towards his hairline when he caught sight of Alana, and he stopped halfway through opening the door in his surprise. He had expected it to be a patient. The FBI. Will. This was... unexpected, yet not unwelcome. A warm smile as the door opened fully and he stepped aside to invite her in. "Alana. Did something happen? Are you alright?"