And here he was. The inevitable situation, the one where a single gloved hand hovered over a plain door that belonged to a plain house, one that he would normally never come to. However, this one was special. This was where she lived, his comrade. The girl who walked on water and danced through the stars with more grace than anyone he'd ever seen. The girl with the midnight hair and the restrained smile. And why exactly was he here? Well, the missing hammer, usually strapped to his leg, was definitely one of them. This whole "abilities swap" had definitely gotten Lavi all worked up, and he needed her help.
A few knocks were all it took before he dropped his hand back to his side, weight shifting to one leg as he waited for an answer, his obvious distress radiating off him in waves.