If Sir T-shirt were looking, he would see the slow lean of one very cautious young spook, emerging hair first until he is visible past the door frame only up to his pointy pixie nose. His eyes dart here and there... and then he looks back once over his shoulder to where he last left Deacon, his green eyes wide and his lips pressed into a funny little line, perhaps looking for reassurance.

Or making sure buddy isn't sneaking up behind him to scare him like a jerk. One of those.