Hap smiles gently. She's almost beautiful, right then. At his side, his fingers rub against his thumb. He'd caress her face if she wouldn't withdraw. He isn't sure what from. Bemusement. Offense. Hostility. He can't predict her as well as he'd like to. But then, if he could, she'd be down there with the rest.

"Alright. I'll leave you to it." His gaze flicks to her braid and back to her face before he turns to leave. One last thing, he'd said, but there's a sentiment that's been skittering beneath his resolve since he walked her out of the bathroom. A fact that's neither here nor there: Except for at the very end, unbidden and unwanted, he didn't imagine anyone but her.

He shuts off the light and closes the door in silence.