[What does he even say? I will drop dead if I don’t have you? This isn’t the first time he’s felt the siren’s pull of another’s body, and the thought to resist it feels more distant than ever. He wants her. He wants her so bad that he just draws an audibly sharp breath, grip on the shallow doorframe tightening.
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He finally swallows his breath and says:]
My apologies…
[He shuffles off again.]