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“Hey are you ready—” It happens far too quickly, and yet at the very same time he feels like he’s moving through molasses. As if he’s watching a car crash, the world sort of narrows around him. Things seem to move too slow and too fast at the same time, and he can’t tear his eyes away from what is likely going to be a very large fuck up they’re gonna to have to deal with. They are going to have to deal with this, but that fact is in the back of Elyas’s mind as he stands, mouth agape, in the doorframe of his roommate’s room.
Every other time he’s knocked. Every other time he’s been the polite young man absolutely nobody raised him to be and he’s fucking knocked. The one time he just pushes open the door, and it leads him here.
He had a question he was in the middle of asking. One small part of his mind is still trying to figure out where the last half has gone. Or — hell — what it even was in the first place. But the rest of his brain has gone incredibly silent in the face of his half-naked roommate. He remembers a second too late that he should be looking her in the eye and definitely not where he’s currently looking. But by the time he drags his gaze away from the expanse of skin, he knows he’s been caught. He wants to make a joke, make light of it. His usual coping mechanism, but his skin feels a little too hot and mostly he wants to run.
“Er — forget this happened?” He at least manages a sheepish smile as he slowly backs out of her room and closes the door. They’re definitely going to have to deal with this later.
