With a gentle click the door closes behind her. He snaps the bolt in place and stands stretching the instant as far as it'll go, his back to the room. Hand pressed to his face.

Don picks his way to the bed in halting steps, a drunk's barely constrained stagger and something else in his gait. He favors his right leg. Wincing he leans in on her good side, brushes the collar of her coat aside to kiss her neck. "How's it feel?" he whispers against her ear.