That was actually something of a relief, sure, he'd taken more than a few hits to the face in his time, but it really wasn't his favorite pastime. His brow arched, just slightly, at Arthur's exit. Two rooms between them, that couldn't just be a coincidence, but he had to believe it was, really, because otherwise he'd make himself more paranoid than usual.
He hesitated a moment, but then smiled, carefully tearing the sketch of Arthur off the bottom of his list and padding over to the other man's door, thankful for the thick carpeting that would muffle his footsteps. He folded the bottom edge of the sketch, tucking it into the keycard slot where it wouldn't fall out. That done he returned to his own room, closing the door quietly and setting about putting his list in some kind of order.
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Date: 2010-10-27 03:30 am (UTC)He hesitated a moment, but then smiled, carefully tearing the sketch of Arthur off the bottom of his list and padding over to the other man's door, thankful for the thick carpeting that would muffle his footsteps. He folded the bottom edge of the sketch, tucking it into the keycard slot where it wouldn't fall out. That done he returned to his own room, closing the door quietly and setting about putting his list in some kind of order.