When he returned during the later half of the day, he did as promised. The bell was rung as if he were a regular guest. To his surprise, the door opened nearly immediately. It was the quickest reception he'd ever been entitled to. He was staying off his bad leg less than before, likely a result of pain killers ensuring he could function with more speed. His right hand was clenching a duffel bag, no doubt containing her freshly issued uniform.
His eyes silently asked for permission to enter, and when she stepped out of the way to allow it, he took the hint. Something was on his mind though, and he was compelled to ask her once she'd shut the door behind him. "You don't think any less of me after this morning, do you?" There was a hint of vulnerability to his voice. It revealed that he cared about what the answer was going to be. And that he might even be hurt if it were negative.
